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On the way back, Yuan Xudong drove attentively while Ye Xiaoxi, seated beside him, suddenly covered her face and started sobbing softly. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly, reaching for the tissue box on the side and handing it to her.
"Don't cry," he said.
"I want to cry, what's it to you?" Alcohol had its way of emboldening people, and normally, Ye Xiaoxi was meek and quiet around Yuan Xudong. She wouldn't dare to answer back. But in her current state, with her mind clouded by alcohol, she didn't care about that.
Yuan Xudong was taken aback by her unexpected defiance.