The atmosphere in the private room grew heavier, making it hard for one to breathe.
"Mmm mmm—"
At this moment, a confused voice sounded.
Song Yinyin, who had been unnoticed on the sofa, groaned in pain.
She moved her body, reached out to hold her head, and slowly sat up from the sofa.
A pair of eyes glistening with tears met everyone's gaze, her bewildered look scanning the room.
The expression was just right, showing no trace of flaw.
"What's wrong with you all? Why is no one speaking?"
Song Yinyin asked in confusion, knocking her head as she spoke.
All eyes turned toward her.
Faced with such attention, Song Yinyin maintained her innocent and confused look.
Her teary eyes swept the room and finally landed on Yin Geping.
"Hmm... You look familiar."
Song Yinyin rubbed her forehead, showing thoughtful contemplation.
Perhaps due to the drunkenness, worry showed between her attractive eyebrows.
Yin Geping watched her act, slowly curling his lips.
