The lighting in the living room was somewhat dim. The maids swiftly tidied up the broken items on the floor, while the butler stood quietly beside them with his hands at his sides.
The air was filled with a stifling atmosphere.
He Ziting's face was constantly sullen.
"Bring some wine!"
He Ziting said to the butler.
The butler glanced at He Ziting with concern but still obediently opened a bottle of red wine, picked up two wine glasses, and placed them on the coffee table in front of He Ziting.
"Can you join me for a few drinks?"
In Ye Huanyan's impression, He Ziting was always a calm and composed man. Even if the sky were falling, he would remain undefeated.
No matter how big the crisis, he would handle it with ease and poise.
However, today, he seemed despondent and depressed, his mood shrouded in gloom.
Without a word, Ye Huanyan picked up the wine bottle herself and poured the wine, handing one glass to He Ziting and taking one for herself.
