A certain woman, for some inexplicable reason, became bound to an arrogant and deceptive system. She transmigrates into the bodies of cannon fodder characters in various worlds, fulfilling their wi...
Gan Xiaochen realized what was happening and frowned in thought.
Zhou Sulan pressed on, "You were only forced into it. Do you think he would still shirk responsibility?"
Gan Xiaochen didn't speak, so Zhou Sulan took it as a tacit agreement, whispered something in her ear, and finally patted her chest, looking confident.
Gan Xiaochen's heart was racing. It was her first time doing something like this, so she was inevitably a little nervous. But as soon as she thought about how she was about to get the person she had been longing for, her racing heart gradually calmed down.
Are you confident?
"Don't worry, I've got it covered."
After discussing their plan, the two went to the bathroom to wash up before returning to the private room.
Xiao Ming had been gone for quite some time, and many people had gone to the restroom. At this point, the private room was less than half full of people.
Xiang Wan chatted with the crew-cut man for a while and felt that he was worth getting to know, so they added each other on WeChat.
On the other side, Xiao Ming went out for some fresh air, and when he turned to go back, he was blocked by a drunkard.
He didn't go to the stairwell on the floor with the private rooms, but to the corridor on the floor above, just to avoid Gan Xiaochen chasing after him. Unexpectedly, he ran into the person he had mistaken for Xiang Wan's husband at the restaurant.
"Brother, you look familiar."
Gao Qiming had a deep impression of Xiao Ming, the person Xiang Wan had hesitated to mention. Out of curiosity, he looked him up and, of course, he knew him. That woman had come for him, and as a friend, he should at least keep an eye on things.
Xiao Ming's expression was rather unpleasant. He had seen him and Xiang Wan arguing as soon as he entered the place, and now that he had run into him, it would be strange if he had a good expression.
"We...know each other?"
Gao Qiming smiled, "It's good that you don't know me."
"It's fate that we met, shall we have a drink?"
"good!"
Poor Gan Xiaochen and Zhou Sulan waited and waited, but Xiao Ming never appeared. By the time they finally saw him, they didn't know how to continue their plans.