Yang Feng stood at the end of the hallway, slightly dumbfounded that he was left in the dust. Did she just abandon him? His brows furrowed together and he walked down the hallway to lean on the wall and wait for her.
Running a hand through his hair, he couldn't believe he was waiting outside of the bathroom for a woman. He felt like a giddy high school boy waiting for his crush to give her his handkerchief.
The minute Zhao Lifei walked into the bathroom, she undid her hair. She sighed to herself when her raven locks tumbled down her back, few droplets of wine falling from it. She winced at the heavy stench of alcohol that reeked from her body.
Zhao Lifei expected her night to brim with backstabbing and gossip left and right, but she didn't expect it to turn sour in ten minutes.
