Award ceremonies were plentiful at the end of the year.
Gao Zhe was preoccupied with the artists in his company, busy with the projects starting next year, busy with the New Year's plans, and busy rotating through one drinking gathering after another.
He was stretched thin.
Nan Jiaojiao detected the dissatisfaction in Lu Zhenzhen's tone, but she said nothing.
Whether Gao Zhe was around or not, she never gossiped; matters of the heart are as personal as the warmth or coolness of the water one drinks.
"Want to drink but not get drunk, let's go blow some cold wind by the river tonight."
"Sure, let's head to Wang's Tavern; their alcohol won't get you drunk, it's by the river, just a few steps downstairs after dinner."
Lu Zhenzhen grabbed the car keys from the small animal shelf on impulse, and as she headed out, she casually asked, "Really not getting a car for fun? You either take public transport or ride a shared bike every day, addicted to playing the poor student?"