"Oh, you can still recognize me, huh? Looks like you're not too drunk, you've really improved your tolerance, Meng Ying..."
A warm sensation made Meng Ying's heart suddenly race.
The sound of her name resonated deeply in her heart. Seeing Xiaofan in front of her, Chen Mengying felt a bit flustered, a bit at a loss, and pleasantly surprised...
He came after all.
But his outfit seemed somewhat carefree. Although he was wearing a branded ensemble, trousers, and a shirt, the top button of the shirt was left undone. Not to mention he didn't have a tie on.
Well, it's good he came. Anyway, if Xiaofan actually dressed formally, Meng Ying wouldn't be used to it.
"You, why have you come? She... um? Not busy?" Her eyes were filled with affection, so obvious that anyone could see that such a gaze is reserved only for one's beloved.
Chen Mengying, who was always an elegant girl, suddenly seemed even more delicate and demure in front of Xiaofan.
