In the evening when Deng Jiani was leaving, she still had a stern face, blaming him for pushing her away earlier, but Hang Yishao was in a good mood this time, having lost the weird mannerisms of yesterday, and with sweet nothings, he soon calmed her down.
"Where's Yan Wuxu?" Yan Wuxu, who was always following Fei Qing, was nowhere to be seen tonight, and Fei Qing, with a new face by his side who looked somewhat familiar, seemed as if he had seen her before in Daoquan University, joked around with his new girlfriend.
Seizing the moment when the few women beside him walked away, Fei Qing punched Hang Yishao, "Aren't you asking the obvious, buddy? Can there be leftover wine beside us?" As he spoke, Fei Qing's pager beeped incessantly, annoying him. He pulled out the battery for some peace and quiet.
