Qin Yu bandaged Liang Jiahao's wrist like a dumpling. After wrapping the bandage into a beautiful butterfly knot, she clapped her hands in satisfaction. "Done!"
Liang Jiahao looked down at the bow on his wrist. He was in a good mood. Although it was a bit feminine, he felt that it was really beautiful.
"Alright, old pervert. It's too late, I'm going back now." Qin Yu straightened up and stretched her back.
Liang Jiahao looked up at the dark sky outside the window and said softly, "There won't be a taxi at a time like this."
Qin Yu picked up her rivet bag that was lying on the floor. She opened the bag, took out her phone, shook it in front of Liang Jiahao, and said proudly, "Don't you know that nowadays there's a very convenient means of transportation called Grab?"
Liang Jiahao: "..."
He really didn't know.
