Why is Haohao drinking with them?
"Good day, Mr. Yang," Song Jiaqi walked over slowly, bowing respectfully, "I don't know if you remember me."
"Oh, yes! You're... Song Jiaqi! Is that correct?"
"I'm surprised you remember, yes, I am Song Jiaqi. That... person lying there is my good friend Haohao. It was Haohao who called me and said she was here, I came to take her home."
"No rush, no rush, you sit down and rest a while. I've already called a driver to drive us home. Since you're already here, sit down and wait. I'll ask the driver to drive both of you later."
"Mr. Yang, there's no need for that. I've got a taxi waiting downstairs. I just need to help Haohao get up."
"Miss Song," said Coco, the model, in a coquettish tone, "you certainly don't understand the ways of the world, do you? How could you directly refuse Mr. Yang? He invited you to sit down and have a drink, but you refused, isn't that a little too disrespectful?"