In the dead of night, Xia Siyu tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Yin Mo had already been forcibly taken back to the master bedroom by He Chen. In the quiet, dark guest room, only vague silhouettes and endless tranquility could be discerned.
Sighs slipped from her lips, and when Xia Siyu could no longer stand it, she threw on a coat and walked out of the guest room.
The He Family villa was enormous. Following her mental map, she arrived at the minibar in the function hall and took three cans of beer from the fridge.
There was still a pack of cigarettes and a lighter on the corner of the pool table.
The night light was dim. Xia Siyu took a sip of beer, and the cold liquid made her cough uncomfortably.
"Xia Lao Wu, drowning your sorrows in drink?"
The second sip of beer didn't even make it down her throat; she spewed it out in fright, "Pfft—"
