Although they also wanted to have a few more drinks with Nan Sichen, no one dared to truly insist on keeping him there.
So, Nan Sichen sent Cheng Hao to continue having fun with the few big shots.
He was entering the underground parking lot of RM Group, ready to drive himself home. Because he had drunk a bit, the wound on his back was painfully searing.
The pain was causing his whole body to break out in cold sweat. Those lash wounds were not mild to begin with, and he had not properly treated them. Just last night, he only rinsed them quickly with cold water. Now, under the influence of alcohol, it felt like he was about to die from the pain.
As soon as sweat appeared on his body due to the pain, it became even more agonizing, almost as if salt was being rubbed into his wounds.
He held his car key, taking one stiff step at a time, walking towards his car.
