After they all left, the driver Jiang Baizhou called hadn't arrived yet. The two sat quietly in the car waiting, and Cen Jin looked at the dazzling night scene outside the car window, feeling anxious. Then she heard a light cough from beside her.
Cen Jin turned her head to look, seeing him leaning against the seat back with his eyes closed, his brows knitted together and his expression unpleasant. She pondered for a moment, then asked, "Are you okay?"
"Mm." Jiang Baizhou made a nasal sound lightly without opening his eyes.
"How much did you drink?"
"Not much."
"How much is not much?"
Jiang Baizhou pursed his lips and remained silent for a long while, still not speaking.
