A drunken Nan Qiao displayed astonishing strength, "You dare to defy me? Where's the little whip? I'm going to show you who your real master is."
Li Yehan crossed his hands behind his head, the corners of his lips lifting, his attractive peach blossom eyes sparking with fire, "And how do you plan to show me?"
Nan Qiao chuckled, burped from the alcohol, then slowly collapsed downward, falling asleep.
Li Yehan: "..."
He arranged Nan Qiao comfortably, then sent a message to the servant in charge of cooking, asking her to prepare a hangover soup early the next morning.
Nan Qiao's phone rang, and Li Yehan saw it was a message from Chen Xinwan.
He placed his finger on Nan Qiao's index finger, unlocked the phone, and replied to Chen Xinwan: Mom, I'm staying at a friend's house tonight, won't be coming back.
Upon typing the word "Mom," Li Yehan felt a strange emotion stirring within.
Chen Xinwan replied instantly, telling Nan Qiao to be careful and to take care of her health.