Chapter 122 A Different Minh

"Yeah, I still have some work in hand. I'll be back later."

She guessed he may probably go home in wee hours, but she wasn't his wife now so she shouldn't act too concerned. Staying silent for a few seconds, she then pretended to be polite and said: "You should go home earlier. I'll hang up. "

"...Okay." Christian nodded slightly. He seemed to be very dissatisfied with her answer, as there was an unexplainable reluctance in his tone. 

Not until Isabella hung up did she think of the apartment he rent for him. She wanted to call him back and question him about it, but considering that he was still busy at work right now, she stopped.  

Forgot it. She may question him next time. 

When Isabella returned to the room, everyone was already drunk, laughing and chatting with each other. Some were resting on sofa with their face flushed. 

"How much have you drunk?" She nudged a girl in shock.

The girl hugged her waist and giggled, "Hehe …Miss Jones... You, you drink with us too."