Song Qingyang raised her beautiful eyes and said coldly, "It has nothing to do with you!"
The man just responded with an "Oh~" as if deep in thought, realizing it wasn't his business and deciding not to pry further.
Song Qingyang sat upright, looking straight ahead, but she felt a bit restless inside.
She wasn't sure why she felt so uneasy, but there was a discomfort in her chest.
The man noticed her pale face and kindly reminded her, "Hey, you might have drunk too much. Do you want me to get you some hangover medicine?"
Song Qingyang initially wanted to refuse, but at that moment, she really felt like catching her breath, so she nodded in agreement.
Not far ahead, there was a pharmacy, and the man stopped the car, instructing Song Qingyang to stay put in the car.
Song Qingyang didn't respond, just thinking the man was quite nagging. The man didn't mind her indifference and got out of the car by himself.
