The night was quiet and serene.
Alone at home, Ning Mengyao watched the time on her phone.
It was already ten o'clock.
As expected, Yang Linglong hadn't shown up.
"Hmph, I'm well aware of your little tricks."
Ning Mengyao, fresh out of the bath and sitting on her bed in her pajamas, pouted her lips.
Indeed, Yang Linglong was intentionally late.
Thinking she could use the same method to handle me that I use to handle her—what a joke.
However, Lin Fan, who had promised to reply, was also silent.
What's with this guy not keeping to time?
"Dong dong dong..."
Just as Ning Mengyao was anxiously waiting,
someone knocked on the door.
Immediately after, a figure barged in.
"Mengyao, let's have a drink together!"
Yang Linglong held a bottle of alcohol, reeking of booze.
Her face flushed, she wore a mischievous grin.
"Stop pretending, I know you're not that drunk."
Waiting and not seeing Lin Fan, Ning Mengyao couldn't help but pout.
