That night, in the Ye family villa, Shi Qianhan woke up from his coma. Before he could regain his consciousness, he heard a faint voice, "You're awake?"
He then realized that he was lying on the bed.
A thin young man was sitting at the door. He was holding a bottle of Maotai and a glass. He seemed to be drinking alone.
"I-I'm not dead?"
Shi Qianhan had a complicated expression on his face. He seemed regretful and disappointed.
"With me around, it's hard for you to die!"
Ye Chen drank a glass of wine and waved it through the air. The bottle of Maotai and the glass in front of him shot at Shi Qianhan, "Drink with me?"
"Alright!"
Shi Qianhan poured himself a glass and downed it in one gulp. A hint of warmth appeared on his cold and aged face, "Brother Ye, thank you for saving my life!"
