650, Jianan, northbound

Song Qinghuan was slightly stunned.

Noticing her gaze, Si Jianan slightly raised the wine glass in his hand. His every action exuded the aura of a British gentleman.

With a slight frown, Song Qinghuan shifted her gaze away, not planning on dealing with this seemingly frivolous-appearing man.

Turning around and pretending not to acknowledge his greeting, Song Qinghuan walked over to Li Chengyun.

When Li Chengyun looked back at her, he subconsciously glanced at Si Jianan, whose gaze had been following Song Qinghuan.

"I want to go back and rest." Song Qinghuan mentioned somewhat tiredly, pointing to her temples.

Li Chengyun checked the time and asked Song Qinghuan to wait for a moment before he could take her back to her place for rest.

Left with no choice, Song Qinghuan had to find a quiet place to sit down.

Si Jianan quickly approached her, holding up his glass in front of her with a devilish smile: "Song Qinghuan!"