"Mm." Nan Sichen nodded, then looked at the waiter and said, "Cook a bowl of hangover soup."
The waiter stood dumbfounded for a while, until Nan Sichen lifted his head to look at Che Xi's godfather.
He hurriedly wiped the sweat from his face and shouted at the waiter, "Well, what are you waiting for? Go get it."
Startled, the waiter hastily ran off to cook the hangover soup.
Che Xi sat upright in her seat, her posture regal and untouchable like a bastion, yet her gaze was glued to Qin Yin, with veneration and resentment intermingled. She clearly felt their relationship had deteriorated, but why did Nan Sichen still treat Qin Yin so well?
However, the woman who had been vomited on by Qin Yin was now standing at the door, clueless about what to do, simply standing there dumbly.
Liu Ruoju left the private room to head home. As if finally reacting, the woman hurried to grab Liu Ruoju, "You can't leave. You owe me for my outfit."