Hearing this teasing voice, Shi Che's brows furrowed deeply, his irritation that was already there intensified, and the voice that emerged was laced with impatience, "If you've got something to say, say it; if not, get lost."
The man on the other end chuckled, his voice lazy, "Buddy, if you're not busy, come out for a drink."
Shi Che knitted his brows, intending to refuse, but his gaze inadvertently swept over the remaining milk on the desk, and his eyes darkened. He went straight to the point, "Where?"
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Ling Chuxia was lying in bed, tossing and turning, wrestling with what she should do next when the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, and Shi Che walked in with long strides.
Ling Chuxia's eyes paused for a second when she saw Shi Che, then they lit up. She had thought Shi Che would be back late again tonight, late enough that she'd have fallen asleep, but unexpectedly he was back early. Did she still have a chance tonight?
