"President Shi..." Xiao Zhao hesitated before speaking up, "Aren't you going to the hospital to see Young Madam?"
Shi Che slowly opened his eyes, his gaze deep and obscure, showing not a trace of emotion. Xiao Zhao's words seemed unheard as he stood up and strode forward.
Xiao Zhao was puzzled about what he was doing when he saw him directly walk towards the liquor cabinet, casually grab a bottle of liquor, open the cap, and start guzzling.
Xiao Zhao was startled, "He drank so much last night, and probably hasn't sobered up yet—why is he drinking again?"
He quickly stepped forward, without any care, grabbed the bottle from his hand, his face full of concern, "President Shi, you can't drink anymore."
He often had headaches after drinking, and his complexion had already looked extremely bad. Now he was going to drink more—was this a death wish?
Shi Che's dark eyes coldly glanced at Xiao Zhao, his voice hoarse yet still immensely intimidating, "Let go!"
