"So she's Xu Tingting, so what? I don't even know where she lives!"
Nan Jiaojiao's tightly knit brows slightly relaxed.
Not knowing that Xu Tingting is the Little Princess of the Xu Family?
"Besides, she's my girlfriend. What's wrong with me taking her to my place!"
Just when Nan Jiaojiao felt she might be wrong, the man suddenly came out with this statement, shattering her defenses, and she felt an inexplicable disgust. She twisted his wrist severely and flung it away.
The force was so great that he, a man, couldn't catch himself, and was flung out, hitting the wall before coming to a stop.
"Ugh..."
The commotion woke up Xu Tingting, who opened her eyes narrowed with a tinge of drunkenness, and had to concentrate hard to see clearly.
"Jiaojiao?"
"Mhm."
Nan Jiaojiao responded, reaching out to touch her forehead—it was still okay. Her face was flushed, just drunk.
"Can you walk? I'll take you home."
"No need, the driver is outside, he'll take me."