Red wine always had a way of captivating people.
Bei Jingtang slowly savored it and, before he knew it, he had quickly finished off a whole bottle.
He was slightly drunk.
Then he stood up and walked outside.
"Where are you going, young master?" the butler asked knowingly.
"Don't follow me!"
Bei Jingtang staggered out.
In the vast Presidential Residence, there was nowhere he wanted to go except for there.
Bei Jingtang didn't want to go, but as he walked, he found himself there again.
He had the guard at the gate open the iron doors, entered the courtyard, and then the villa...
Ye Anqi heard the noise from downstairs.
She immediately came downstairs.
As expected, Bei Jingtang had come again, he had gone to the basement again.
Ye Anqi turned around, went upstairs to put on a thick cotton coat, then came back down.
The door to the basement was open, she walked in and saw Bei Jingtang sitting on the ground, staring blankly against a glass box.
