Gu Qichen's face was expressionless: "She's drunk, I'm taking her back first.
With that, he pulled Xia Yangyang away from the seat by her arm.
Of course, due to the cold aura Gu Qichen emanated, no one dared to stop him.
Even Xue Shaotang didn't react for a moment.
By the time Xue Shaotang did react, the two of them had already disappeared without a trace.
Xia Yangyang was thus half-dragged to the rooftop outside the banquet hall by Gu Qichen.
Once they left the banquet hall, the cold wind hit her face, and Xia Yangyang sobered up quite a bit.
By the time they reached the rooftop, Xia Yangyang was quite displeased: "Gu Qichen, what are you pulling me out here for?"
Xia Yangyang also felt the icy atmosphere radiating from the man before her.
It was even colder than the night wind.
Especially when Xia Yangyang sneaked a glance at Gu Qichen, his face was as cold as an ice sculpture.
