"Why didn't you drink yourself to death? Because of that one sentence you said, I damn slaved away the whole night," Si Chen furiously lifted him from the sofa, wishing he could throw him into the water to sober him up.
"Don't touch me!" Bo Fengheng shoved him away and stumbled back onto the sofa.
This time, he drank even more than that night, but actually, he wasn't drunk; he just felt very tired, so tired...
His body and mind were exhausted as if someone had stripped his flesh and pulled out his bones.
The pain hadn't vanished; instead, it had become numb.
He knew that Chi Ying had taken the opportunity to fly away in the helicopter, but he didn't care one bit.
Let them all leave...
After all, he couldn't win her heart back, and keeping Chi Ying to find her was futile, wasn't it?
Bo Fengheng, born with a silver spoon, always got everything he wanted ever since he was young, never failing to obtain what he desired.
