Han Xuegang was just about to kiss her, but he froze the moment he heard that voice. In the blink of an eye, a tall figure appeared at the end of the quiet corridor and slowly walked over.
The coldness in Xian Zihao's eyes caused the alcohol in Han Xuegang's body to lessen. He then looked towards the woman leaning against the wall. His hands trembled and became soft ...
Letting go of Jiang Ruolan's red chin, Han Xuegang looked at Xian Zihao, who was walking over in the blink of an eye. "Sorry, I drank too much. I thought she was Fei'er."
Xian Zihao's expression was unfathomable as he cast a glance at Han Xuegang. After a moment, his gaze landed on Jiang Ruolan, who was leaning against the wall.
Jiang Ruolan could only sneer when she heard Han Xuegang's words, but she didn't even have the strength to laugh. One of her hands was on the wall behind her, while the other one was holding onto the corner of the bathroom door to prevent her from falling down.
