"What's wrong, a headache?"
Noticing her actions, Tang Ming, who was sitting on one side, asked gently.
Tang Ming was about the same age as Leng Zimo, but his temperament was entirely different. Dressed in a pale gray suit, his slightly long tousled hair framed a handsome face, and the thin-framed glasses on his nose only added to his scholarly aura.
"It's nothing." Xu Pei shook her head, "How come you're here?"
Tang Ming shrugged his shoulders, smiling warmly, "I just met with a friend and was coming out of the tea bar nearby when I heard someone shouting for help, so I went over to have a look. I didn't expect it to be you. Why did you drink so much, are you in a bad mood?"
"Never mind me." Xu Pei didn't want to talk much about herself, "Haven't you always been in Europe? What made you decide to come back to the country?"
