Qin Miaomiao's nose felt a little sour, and she almost burst into tears. She carefully supported him back to the room, laid him on the bed. He hadn't sobered up from the alcohol, and his entire demeanor carried a hint of laziness.
Ninth Uncle didn't look old at all. His appearance was naturally handsome, and years of being in a high position made him exude an air of elegance and maturity. He looked no older than his early thirties.
He looked at her, an amused gleam in his eyes. Qin Miaomiao crouched halfway down, taking off his shoes and coat, then tucked him in and softly asked:
"Ninth Uncle, have some water, I'll ask the servants to make you some hangover soup, otherwise you'll have a headache tomorrow from the hangover."
"Alright."
She poured some water and handed it to him as Housekeeper Su brought over the freshly brewed hangover soup.
He took it, finished it in one gulp, and said with a faint smile:
"It's been so many years since I've drunk like this."
