At noon, because it's winter and cloudless, the sun seems more scorching. Yan Yajing took off one of her high heels, twirling it in her hand, as she sat in Yao Ye's broken-down car.
Gao Dashuai couldn't understand why this bridesmaid didn't leave with the bride and groom, and asked: "Auntie, what are you up to now?"
"Taking a break. I can't handle my liquor." Turns out, the Witch remembered the embarrassment she caused at the bar last time, lingering fear in her heart. If she messed up at her boss's grand banquet, she might as well lose her head.
"But you don't need to be here keeping me company—" Gao Dashuai shouted after his grievances.
"If I don't keep you company here, what excuse do I have? What if I get drunk and go wild at his banquet?" Yan Yajing retorted confidently.
The reasoning was quite legitimate.
Gao Dashuai scratched his buzz cut.
