"Nonsense, this couldn't have been the first time this happened. I mean, how did you develop gastritis?" Looking back, Su Nian was terrified. If she had come just a bit later, she didn't know how much pain Zheng Haoyu would have been in. She found herself becoming somewhat irritable.
Zheng Haoyu, deep in thought, didn't reply as he tried to recall where he had smelled this odor before.
Su Nian didn't force him. It was his privacy. If he wanted to talk, he would talk. If he didn't want to, she would not force him.
Su Nian noticed a coffee cup on the table, and the smell of last night's alcohol still lingered on Zheng Haoyu. She guessed that he must have drunk a lot of alcohol after he left last night.
"Did you drink last night?" She asked, but her tone suggested she already knew the answer.
Zheng Haoyu frustratingly gave a noncommittal grunt.
She glared at him, "You clearly know your body can't handle too much alcohol, are you trying to kill yourself?"
