"…" Rong Shaoze stared at her without speaking.
"If you wanted to see me, why didn't you just come upstairs to find me? What's with the drunken fit here?" Lin Xinlan chastised him expressionlessly.
"…" Rong Shaoze still didn't speak, continuing to stare intently at her.
He didn't even blink, as if she would disappear the moment he did.
Lin Xinlan furrowed her brows, asking with suspicion, "How much have you drunk?"
"… Three bottles."
"Beer?"
"Diluted… baijiu."
Lin Xinlan was speechless. How could he drink that much and not die of alcohol poisoning?
"You're drunk. I'll have the butler help you up to rest. Whatever it is, you can talk about it tomorrow. For now, go sleep it off."
Rong Shaoze was taken aback, then suddenly smiled tenderly, "Xinlan, you care about me."
Lin Xinlan froze, his sudden tenderness making her feel very uncomfortable.
It was like someone who had always been brutal to you, whom you feared, was suddenly smiling warmly and acting kind towards you.
