Qiao Xi looped her arm around Huo Xingzhou's, feeling a sense of sweetness as she descended the stairs.
Upon entering the living room, she smelled a faint scent of alcohol and upon closer inspection, saw Sun Weimeng lying on the carpet in a very contorted position, clutching an empty liquor bottle in his hand.
How much had he drunk?
He hadn't woken up even by lunchtime.
Xiaoyun emerged from the kitchen, smiling, "Young Master, Young Madam, you're awake. Lunch is ready in the kitchen, made to Haicheng tastes. The villa has been tidied up, it's just the living room..."
She laughed awkwardly, "Young Master Sun hasn't woken up the whole time."
Qiao Xi asked quietly, "Did he drink a lot of alcohol last night?"
"He drank an entire bottle of white liquor, crying and wailing the whole time. Didn't you hear it at midnight?"
Qiao Xi pursed her lips.