Chenxing was completely helpless against him. Watching him sway and stagger upstairs to grab some wine, she sighed, walked into the kitchen, and decided to make him a cup of sobering tea. She also planned to cook some millet porridge, thinking that maybe after a night of drunken sleep, he would want to eat something.
She brewed the tea, rinsed the millet, placed it into the rice cooker, and set the timer. Once everything was ready, Chenxing washed her hands and stepped out of the kitchen.
There was no one in the living room. She went upstairs and found Hua Hua sitting on the floor in his bedroom.
The carpet was a luxurious and noble Arabian rug.
Chenxing walked over and saw Hua Hua flipping through photo albums.
Several photo albums, along with various other items, were scattered haphazardly in front of him.
Chenxing crouched down and tapped his arm. "Hua Hua, do you want to lie on the bed and take a nap?"
