Gu Nanqiao felt something unusual in her sleep, her brows furrowing slightly, instinctively avoiding his hand.
Huo Jingting looked at her small face and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
When she opened her eyes clear-headedly, he was already out of bed, standing by the bedside getting dressed, "I'll be home a bit late tonight, no need to wait for me for dinner."
Gu Nanqiao raised her head, "Working overtime?"
"No, Zhou Ronghao invited me to go to a bar."
"Oh." She responded perfunctorily, not disagreeing. Although she couldn't really like Zhou Ronghao, Huo Jingting was, after all, an old friend of his for many years.
Seeing her indifferent expression, he reached over to hug her, promising, "I'll be back by eleven."
...
In the evening, Zhou Ronghao chose a rather secluded bar, the environment very quiet, without the bustle of the city center.
