Once the door was shut, it was Zhou Can's turn to feel nervous.
He had suffered from this kind of misunderstanding before.
Last time, while chatting with Director Xue Yan at the hospital, her husband misunderstood their work conversation.
You should know, Director Xue Yan was much older than Zhou Can.
And it was in the hospital office.
Now, not only was it late at night, but her age was similar to Zhou Can's, and she was slightly drunk. What was more terrifying was that it was in her home, making Zhou Can extremely tense.
"Please have a seat, would you like something to drink?"
She wasn't completely drunk, just a bit tipsy.
"Let me pour you a glass of hot water to sober up! I'll chat for a bit and then leave."
Zhou Can watched her unsteady steps, worried she might fall.
He hurried to the kitchen to pour her a glass of water.
The kitchen showed no signs of cooking, but it was very clean.
