At this moment, Bai Shutong appeared vastly different from her radiant, bright, and cheerful journalist image during the day, now just a tender woman.
Zhang Xiaoshan was somewhat at a loss, only able to let Bai Shutong cry.
Bai Shutong cried for more than ten minutes before her crying gradually subsided.
Zhang Xiaoshan's shirt collar was completely soaked.
"I'm sorry, I, I lost my composure," she said.
Bai Shutong let go of Zhang Xiaoshan and took a step back.
It was only then that Zhang Xiaoshan could clearly see the room's situation.
Besides a faint feminine fragrance, Bai Shutong also had a smell of alcohol.
Looking around, he saw several empty beer cans on the desk near the window.
"You've been drinking?"
Zhang Xiaoshan asked.
"Yeah, sit down and chat with me," she replied.
Bai Shutong walked to the window and sat down on a chair first.
Zhang Xiaoshan hesitated for a moment, then followed and sat opposite her.
