Back at Zichen Mountain's villa, there was no need for Jiang Tingxu to do anything. Uncle Mu had already gotten someone to prepare the hangover tea in advance.
After drinking the tea, he seemed to feel much better.
"I'll go to the study room to handle some work. If there's anything, just call me," he instructed.
Jiang Tingxu nodded.
"Got it."
In her heart, she grumbled, "What other work do you still have at home? Getting Uncle Mu to do stuff was definitely faster than calling you."
After he left, Jiang Tingxu whispered in her son's ear.
"Later you go to the study room to check on your dad."
The little boy was dancing to a television program. When he heard his mom's words, he asked suspiciously, "Why?"
Dad was already all grown up, and he was not a child, so why did he need to check on him?
Jiang Tingxu caressed her son.
"Dad drank quite a lot in the afternoon. He might not be feeling well."
