Perhaps everyone had a part of their past that they were unwilling to mention. Good friends who understood this would learn to give others some personal space.
Mu Chenyan murmured, "He's really adorable and intelligent!"
Su Qingcheng turned to look at An An. The little boy sat at the dining table and ate properly. A knowing smile appeared on her face.
"Chenyan, will you tell me what happened?"
Su Qingcheng saw that Mu Chenyan had finished washing up, so she poured her a glass of milk.
The feast that was laid out on the breakfast table could not stimuate Mu Chenyan's appetite. Her stomach was rejecting the sight of food strongly after her drunken stupor. She could not eat anything now.
"Nothing happened. I acted impulsively! I'll never get drunk again…"
