Xi Nanfeng was on the phone when Zimei suddenly came over.
"A Cheng."
She called out, then nodded toward Gu Moqian, counting it as a greeting, "I noticed none of you ate much tonight, so I ordered some food to be delivered. Go down and eat something."
"Old Ye, you go first. I think Weiwei is about to wake up." Gu Moqian patted his good friend's shoulder and stepped away.
Seeing Ye Cheng still standing there motionless, Zimei added, "A Cheng, aren't you hungry?"
Ye Cheng didn't show any expression, reaching for the car keys in his pocket, but suddenly stopped as if realizing something.
"You go back first."
He said coldly.
Zimei's charming face was tinged with the flush of drunkenness; she had drunk a lot this evening and was holding herself together against the intoxication.
"Alright, I'll go back." She answered decisively, but quickly changed her tone, "But I've been drinking, so I can't drive."
Ye Cheng: "..."
