"Bring this umbrella along. It's still raining."
She could tell that he probably walked over as his well-ironed suit was a little creased and there was a layer of moisture on it. From the way he looked, he had most likely gotten drunk for the whole night somewhere. Furthermore, when she walked over, she could vaguely smell the alcohol on him.
Qi Lei was stunned. As he looked at the sudden umbrella in front of him, he could not quite react immediately, so he stared dumbfoundedly at it for a long while.
After a while, he smiled bitterly and shook his head. "You don't need to pity me."
"I'm not pitying you. I just wanted to tell you that if you want others to treat you well, you should treat yourself well first. Many times, headstrong unruliness will only hurt yourself."
