During this time, Mrs. Shi's recovery had been going well, and no matter how busy Shi Che was, he would make time every day to visit her in the hospital and sit with her. The conversations between mother and son were still sparse, but their bond was slowly growing closer.
Tonight, Shi Che had a dinner engagement. Although he didn't drink much, the alcohol had a strong after-effect. As soon as he sat in the car, a slight flush appeared on his cheeks and the smell of alcohol began to rise; he was not drunk, but he habitually started to get a headache again.
Xiao Zhao turned around and saw Shi Che with a tight frown and a slight sweat on his forehead. With worry in his eyes, he couldn't help but speak, "President Shi, why not skip the hospital today and just go home?"
Shi Che heavily rubbed his brow, his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice, low and raspy from the alcohol, carried a seductive huskiness, "No need, go to the hospital."
