Song Ling's brows furrowed as he shook off Sheng Xin's hand, his voice cold, "Why are you here?"
Sheng Xin lowered her head, her voice soft and aggrieved, "Why are you so cold? You weren't like this last night."
Song Ling's expression turned icy, "What do you mean by that?"
Sheng Xin shyly glanced up at Song Ling.
A possibility dawned on Song Ling, his mood plummeting, his hands trembling slightly by his side.
Sheng Xin then said, "You were drunk last night. It was me who found you a hotel and took you back. Then, you held onto me, not letting me leave, and then we..."
She trailed off, but her flushed cheeks gave Song Ling his answer.
At that moment, Huang Shan chuckled, "President Song, you were calling out Miss Sheng Xin's name while drunk last night. You must be really close."
Song Ling glared at Huang Shan with reddened eyes, "Shut up!"