As soon as he left the private room, He Jinxuan's breathing became heavy.
Xinyan was close enough that she didn't need to check to know what was happening with him.
A bit angrily, she said, "Why can't you be more considerate? If I hadn't come today, you would have been forced into marriage by tomorrow."
Even if He Jinxuan was slow, he understood the meaning behind Xinyan's words.
He really hadn't expected that just having a meal with comrades could lead to trouble.
But now, saying anything was useless; he had already reached the limit of his patience, and his hands started to act up.
Unfortunately, the place they chose for the meal was a newly opened private restaurant, quite secluded, which was inconvenient without a vehicle.
Ever since Xinyan told him 'don't drink and drive, don't drive and drink,' he had been careful in this aspect.
Today, he had someone drop him off, planning to take the car that was picking up his comrades after the meal.
