Su Tiantian continued to search for things, while Cheng Yun continued to lie on the carpet pretending to be dead. Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, and Cheng Yun started to become impatient and began to wail, "Oh, Tiantian, my head hurts so much, do you think I have a concussion?"
"Sorry, I'm not a doctor." Su Tiantian glanced at him quietly, then organized the materials beside her, turned off the computer, and put everything into her handbag.
"Tiantian, don't be like this, after all, we did share a night of passion. You can't just cut ties like this." Cheng Yun held his head and got up from the floor, sitting on the sofa next to Su Tiantian.
Su Tiantian stood up from the sofa, her face had a faint blush, "Sorry, that is all in the past, and such things happen every day after all the drinking. I think you shouldn't take it to heart, Mr. Cheng."
