It turned out that Ye Mubei had been wronging her all along.
His mood suddenly became complex.
Ye Mubei sat on the sofa, his mood unable to calm down for a long time, and he picked up a bottle of wine that had been treasured for many years from the cabinet.
The smooth glass bottle reflected his tearful eyes, and he lifted the bottle and drained it in one gulp.
Not until the bottle was empty did Ye Mubei's face turn red. He shook the bottle in his hand and roared, "Butler! Bring me another bottle of wine!"
The quiet apartment, the lights dimmed to the point where one could hardly see anything.
When no one came for a long time, Ye Mubei lowered his eyes and smashed the bottle on the ground.
He almost forgot that he could no longer afford to pay the butler's salary, and in this apartment, where could he still have a butler?
Ye Mubei sighed impatiently and took out the last bottle of wine he had saved to continue drinking.