"You send them home," Jiang Fulai glanced at the car Xu Nanjing drove today—a four-seater—referring to Pu Xiaohan, Yang Lin, and Tang Ming who lived in the same direction.
It was too late today, so Jiang Fulai didn't let them go back on their own.
Jian Zhe picked up his phone, "I'll call a car to go back, don't worry I'm of age."
Jiang Fulai nodded slightly; he himself was taking Ning Xiao and Bai Lian home, as they were also in the same direction.
Yang Lin wore black glasses, her hair longer than her eyes, and she silently picked up her backpack, quietly refusing as Pu Xiaohan quickly wrapped an arm around her, stopping her from leaving, "I'm scared to ride with two men."
Xu Nanjing, Tang Ming: "..."
Tang Ming's home was very close, just a five-minute ride. Due to Pu Xiaohan's "fear," Xu Nanjing went out of his way to drop her home first. Only after seeing her turn on the light and wave from above did he drive towards the Tube Building.