Sandra Woods felt her ears burning, pinched Bella Acker on the arm, and warned, "Look at you, as if you know everything."
Bella Acker laughed, "You guys don't have to see me off, I'll take a cab back myself."
"I'll take you home," Archer Quinn stepped out.
"Senior Quinn, you've been drinking, how can you take me home? You didn't bring an assistant, did you?" Bella Acker said, "Besides, walking with you three feels like doing underground work. We have to avoid reporters and fans. I'd rather take a cab back by myself and be carefree."
"Oh, so you disdain us now, huh?" Sandra Woods gave her a sidelong glance and said, "You might be like this in the future, but I'll let you be carefree for a few days now."
"That's something for the future," Bella Acker smiled, "Are you so sure I'll become famous?"
"Of course! Look at whose sister you are," Sandra Woods also laughed, "Okay, go ahead and take a cab home. Let us know in the group chat when you get home."
