107. This time, Nan Wan was carried into the bedroom.

"Driving, not drinking."

Huo Yihan rolled his eyes and changed his target, "Then, sister-in-law, shall I toast you?"

This sudden "sister-in-law" made Nan Wan's arm break out in goosebumps, with a tendency to spread elsewhere.

Looking up, she happened to fall into the deep eyes of the man opposite.

He had such a cold and distant personality, yet he was friends with Huo Yihan, which was quite unexpected.

She shifted her gaze, letting it fall on the small bowl in front of her. Her fair fingers pinched the end of the spoon, slowly stirring the soup in the bowl, "Daytime, no alcohol."

Huo Yihan felt like he had been stabbed twice in the heart, as if carrying a brazier into a small pond, the flames went out with a hiss.

These two people were simply too boring; luckily, they found each other as a pair, and wouldn't die lonely.

He let his crossed long legs down, resting an arm over Xu Moyi's shoulder, and asked expressionlessly, "Then, brother, shall we have a drink?"