"Young Master, you really shouldn't be drinking when you're like this!" Ye Luo had just come in and saw his own young master carelessly drinking from a wine glass.
Ye Luo wanted to step forward and take away the young master's wine glass.
Ling Tian'ao raised his hand to avoid him, his inky black eyes filled with icy indifference, "Ye Luo, have you gotten a lot bolder recently!"
Ye Luo almost hurriedly knelt down, "Young Master! I was just... just worried about your health! Your injury isn't light! Doctor Ouyang has repeatedly stressed not to touch alcohol at all! I'm begging you, please don't drink anymore, okay?"
"Get up." Ling Tian'ao occasionally glanced at the mobile phone he held.
It seemed like he was waiting for someone's call, or maybe a text message.
Ye Luo stood up, looking at the disheartened young master, as the young master's personal servant.
How could she not know what the young master wanted.
