By nine o'clock, she finally anxiously picked up her phone and then got up to dial Jiang Zhiyuan's mobile.
It took a long time before someone answered on the other end, a noisy place, and a girl answered Jiang Zhiyuan's phone.
"Hello, Jiang Zhiyuan..."
"Wife? Are you his wife? He's drunk and is currently tangled up with my friend, do you want to come and get him?"
An Nan suddenly became very quiet, standing behind the candlelight, her expression, which was barely calm, gradually became a bit off.
Her brows moved slightly, her beautiful eyelashes trembled twice, her hand tightly gripping the phone, her jaw moved, but she did not say another word.
"Hello? Do you want to come and get him? But even if you come now, it's too late, they're having a great time!"
The girl's voice wasn't particularly sharp, but at this moment, it sounded especially harsh.
"Really? Then let me see clearly!"
