That girl, where is she now?
The three of them continued eating for a while longer. Seeing it was getting late, Leng Zimo became worried about Luo Jun and feared Luo Xiaoqian might be too tired, so he stood up to say goodbye.
Luo Xiaoqian glanced at the glass in front of Jiao Yang, "Since you drank, you shouldn't drive. Let us take you back?"
"No need, I didn't drive. In a bit, I'll have the driver come to pick me up." Jiao Yang escorted the two out of the private room, "Be careful on your way home."
Lazily watching them walk into the elevator, he waved to Luo Xiaoqian. Only when he saw the elevator door close and descend did he return to the private room, take out his phone, but instead of immediately calling the driver, he sat back at the table and picked up his glass.
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"Cheers!"
Several wine glasses collided in mid-air, making a crisp sound.
Then, each person pulled their glass back, bringing it to their lips.
