Jian Ai dragged her tired body to the living room and lay on the sofa. "I drank too much alcohol yesterday, so my head hurt. Are the others back too?"
Si Yue nodded. "Everyone went home."
Jian Ai immediately frowned and looked at Si Yue tentatively. "Is Bai Zhou… okay?"
After all, there was a minor incident in the Maldives. Although all was good in the end, someone secretly wanted to kill him.
As a weak and handsome man, Jian Ai was afraid that Bai Zhou could not withstand the psychological pressure.
When Si Yue heard this, he shook his head in confusion. "There's nothing wrong. He's been playing more happily than anyone else these two days. Moreover, as soon as he arrived, he went to the company, saying that he had something to do."
Three question marks appeared over Jian Ai's head. Was she overthinking?
It turned out that she was overthinking because Bai Zhou called three seconds later.
