It's unrealistic for a child who yearns for parental love to admit overnight that their parents don't love them.
Perhaps because an outsider was present, Xia Xuyang, despite having had a few drinks, wasn't dead drunk like last time and didn't need to be carried out.
His steps were just a bit unsteady, but he was in no condition to drive.
"My brother drove here tonight," Xia Qingyue said, a little sheepishly. "I don't have a driver's license."
"..."
Su Yuhan looked at the pair—one drunk, one helpless—sighed, and finally extended her hand to Xia Xuyang.
"What?"
"The car keys. How am I supposed to drive without them?"
Xia Qingyue was overjoyed. Before Xia Xuyang could react, she leaned over, fished the car keys out of her brother's pocket, and handed them to Su Yuhan.
"Thank you, Sister Huanhuan. Don't worry, I'll pay you for the service plus your travel expenses when we get back."
