Seems like she's been frightened.
"Jiaojiao, I'm sorry, I can explain."
Nan Jiaojiao's gaze was fixed, neither scrutinizing nor mocking, but very calm, as she usually had that clear gaze.
"Okay, go ahead."
Yi Qinghuan hesitated instead; the corridor wind blew onto her, causing her to shiver with cold, her lips turning blue.
"I drank some alcohol last night and don't know when I came upstairs. Someone supported me, but I have no memory of it. And then… I remember entering my room, but after that, I can't recall anything."
"Qinghuan!"
Nan Jiaojiao hadn't reacted much yet; Yaen Chi suddenly got agitated, "If you're going to speak, say it properly, stop saying nonsense!"
Yi Qinghuan bit her lip, having calmed down now, tears falling two by two, her eyes looking pitiful, but her expression no longer as flustered as before.
"It's true, I was entertaining guests here last night, my dad wasn't around, those clients had to be seen."
