In fact, she understood herself that it might not all be the wine's fault, but also because she recalled the past earlier, which made her somewhat sad.
She dazedly turned her head to Tang Yanqing and said, "Mr. Tang, can you tell me now how you knew I brought evidence back from Zhou Guanghan's dormitory, but hid it without giving it to you? And how did you know I put it in the first drawer on the right-hand side?"
He turned his head to look at her.
Slightly tipsy, her cheeks were flushed. Because of this redness, even the tiny fine hairs at her temples were visible. Soft, gentle, and pale gold.
Furthermore, her long eyelashes were curling, trembling like the strings of a harp.
He then took another deep sip of wine, suppressing the surge in his heart.
"Such a simple question, I thought you had already figured it out on your own. So you've been holding it in your heart, waiting until now to ask?"
