"Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir is drinking."
Outside the study, old Madam Tang reached out and knocked on the door. Bang Bang Bang! It seemed that a wine bottle had smashed on the door. Old Madam Tang was shocked and then the corners of her mouth curled up. The sadder her son was, the happier she was.
Her son's sadness meant that Li Jin was really dead. After all, her cold son had only been hurt by that Vixen in his life.
Old Madam Tang pushed the door open and entered. Tang qingru was sitting on the single sofa by the window with a bottle of wine on the low table in front of him. The study room was filled with the smell of alcohol and smoke.
Old Madam Tang covered her mouth and nose, frowning as she walked in. She walked to Tang qingru's side and coughed lightly.
However, Tang qingru was like a walking corpse and had no reaction.
"The dead can't be brought back to life. My condolences to you," Mrs. Tang said.
