At eight in the evening, Song Guanchao stood up and said, "I'm heading home first. Next time when I'm not busy, I'll treat you to dinner."
Zhou Qian was a bit disappointed; she wanted to spend more time with Song Guanchao.
But today's situation was rather unusual: two women and one man, making it impossible to do anything with Song Guanchao.
Moreover, she dared not show too much intimacy in front of Wu Yun, fearing she might notice something.
"You're going home with nothing to do."
Wu Yun suddenly grabbed his arm: "Why not sleep here tonight?"
Truth be told, this suggestion made Song Guanchao somewhat tempted.
But within seconds, he made the decision that he must leave tonight and couldn't stay.
Who knows if this girl might crawl into his bed in the middle of the night.
Song Guanchao pretended not to hear and said, "I'm leaving now."
Wu Yun pouted, and Zhou Qian hurriedly said, "I'll see you out."
