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Ma Zhihao had dinner with a big client tonight and drank too much.
After returning to the hotel, he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
The alcohol was wreaking havoc in his stomach, making it uncomfortable whether he lay down or sat.
Dizzy, chest tight, feeling nauseated...
The air in the suite became oppressive, making it hard to breathe.
He irritably tugged at his tie, half-lying on the sofa.
Fumbling around, he finally pulled out his phone.
His vision was blurred, and he couldn't see the phone screen clearly.
He finally managed to dial that number, familiar down to his marrow.
Erya had just finished showering, wearing a pink nightdress, standing on the balcony eating dessert.
The phone placed on the living room TV cabinet rang, her eyes lit up, more dazzling than stars in the sky.
She turned around, ran over happily, and picked up the phone.
She had changed Ma Zhihao's contact name to "Young Master Xiaoma."
