Stressed

Heng Yi sat beside Han Qiao, "How much did you drink?"

"Not much, just a little dizzy," Han Qiao replied indifferently.

She leaned against Heng Yi.

Heng Yi hugged Han Qiao.

He reeked of alcohol, "How much did you drink?" Han Qiao asked.

"Quite a lot. They're all here to propose a toast." Heng Yi said as he fanned Han Qiao.

The cool breeze was helping a little.

Han Qiao closed her eyes comfortably and didn't want to move.

If it wasn't for the fact that this era didn't allow it, she would have cut her hair short.

It was getting annoying to go out on such a hot day.

The distance between the Yun residence and their home wasn't far, but they had to pass through the bustling city.

There were very few people outside the carriage. Those who came out at this time were all people whose families were not doing well and had to come out to earn money.

That was why they worked outside under the scorching sun.