Gong Beiming was drunk, very severely drunk, and every word he spoke at that moment was drunken nonsense.
Chi Xiaoyu knew it was the case, yet she couldn't control herself and tears kept falling, causing her great distress.
After a long while, she silently left his room.
As long as he was safe, she felt completely content.
The next morning.
Gong Beiming was still in his dreams when suddenly the curtains were drawn back, and the piercing sunlight streamed in, stinging his eyes.
A hand shaded his eyes as he called out sternly towards the silhouette at the curtain, "Shi Tou, are you looking for death? Close the curtains!!"
"Young Master, it's not me!"
The voice came from behind him, and Gong Beiming then sat upright from the sofa, turned his head, and saw Butler Shi indeed standing at the door.
Turning his head again, he saw that it was Chi Xiaoyu who had opened the curtains.
She stood there with her arms folded, looking at him.