Si Chen couldn't argue with him, so he gave the glass back to him.
Li Beijue immediately poured another drink and gulped it down.
The burn of the liquor as it went down was painful to the stomach.
Although it was uncomfortable, it was better than heartache.
The temporary numbing effect of alcohol also momentarily dulled the throbbing pain in his heart. He leaned against the sofa, closed his eyes, and instructed, "Si Chen, help me book a room upstairs later."
"You're not going to sleep at home?"
"No."
He was afraid that if he went back, he wouldn't be able to control himself and would do something he couldn't undo!
Si Chen furrowed his eyebrows but still compromised, "I got it. I'll call the manager to arrange it."
