The next day, when Zhao Xiaoyue woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.
She rubbed her throbbing temples, knowing it was the aftermath of last night's drunkenness.
Looking again at the still unaccepted friend request, she sighed heavily.
Washing up, changing clothes, she went downstairs.
Learning from the hotel front desk that Jian Han had checked out early in the morning didn't surprise Zhao Xiaoyue at all.
After all, with last night's drunkenness fully blowing the lid off their pretense, he certainly wouldn't continue to be hypocritical with her.
Since her resignation was a foregone conclusion, it didn't matter when she went back; she had to first clear up the mess she'd made.
With that thought, she perked up, hailed a cab, and gave the driver Lu Binghao's company address.
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On the other side, Lu Binghao's mood was indescribably bleak.
After a night of fermenting, rumors that he might be a voyeur spread like wildfire through the company.