Lu Pengcheng had drunk a lot of alcohol, more than he had ever drunk in most of his life.
Perhaps only alcohol could numb his brain enough to stop him from thinking about how his mother, clearly pointing at him and cursing, had collapsed in front of him without even completing the word "unfilial".
He had lived for so many years, the one time he rebeled, the one time he wanted to be selfish, he had caused irrevocable consequences.
Not only did his family blame him, he also blamed himself!
Why did he have to get a divorce? Why was he so obsessed with arguing endlessly with his mother!
Lu Pengcheng vaguely heard voices coming from downstairs and squinted toward the direction of the door, his eyes bleary.
Soon after, a woman came in through the door, her figure well-proportioned and her face indistinct.
Lu Pengcheng tried to close and open his eyes, attempting to discern who it was, but felt so dizzy and nauseous that he wanted to vomit.
