It was this evening that Xie Zhang, who hadn't shown up yet, appeared in the room.
An Jiayi had just fallen asleep when she heard footsteps near her ear.
She suddenly sat up, her face filled with shock as she looked toward the source of the sound, her complexion pale.
Xie Zhang had drunk some alcohol today. Xie Quan was at home, and Xie Zhang didn't want him to see himself in an unseemly state, or else there would be non-stop nagging.
That's why he came to An Jiayi's place.
Perhaps deep down, there was also a thought to see how this young girl was doing recently.
Xie Zhang pinched the bridge of his nose and sat down beside An Jiayi.
He turned his face to look at her, casual and a bit lazily drunk, "What's with the face? Looks like you've seen a ghost."
An Jiayi jumped down from the bed, walked nervously toward Xie Zhang and said, "Mr. Xie, let me help you wash up!"
"Okay."
