Jiang Yiren came over in the afternoon.
In the morning, at home, she heard from her aunt that it was thanks to Song Guanchao last night, otherwise, she would have been in trouble by now.
Thinking about how those people kept pouring her drinks last night, Jiang Yiren felt so angry her eyes turned red, and after calming down, she felt a wave of fear.
She had initially told Song Guanchao about the department dinner, and he asked her to notify him beforehand.
But the events from the past few days affected their relationship, so she didn't bother to tell him out of spite.
Now thinking about it, if Song Guanchao hadn't shown up last night, she would have been violated.
Along with the lingering fear, there was also a hint of sweetness.
Song Guanchao didn't notify her yet secretly followed and protected her.
"He still cares about me."
A slight smile crept up to the corners of her eyes.
She walked into the office, and her colleagues looked over, smiling when they saw it was her.
