"I'm hungry, come with me to eat over there, okay?"
"Okay."
Xu Kun saw it with his own eyes, Xia Yuan intimately holding the man's arm, only nodding briefly at him before turning and leaving.
"President Xu, President Xu, what's wrong?"
It wasn't until someone beside him spoke up that he came to his senses, "It's nothing."
His head throbbed painfully, with no desire to continue the socializing, he found a secluded spot to sit and rest.
It was a relief when the banquet ended, and he hurried back to the apartment.
At the door, someone was crouching; upon closer inspection, he remembered the previous time after the banquet, she ran to his doorstep.
"What are you doing here?"
Xia Yuan staggered to her feet, redness in her eyes, the smell of alcohol making him uncomfortable.
In the next second, she threw herself into his arms.
Already feeling unwell from a cold, her sudden move made him stagger slightly, reflexively holding her body to prevent a fall.
