That year, Wen Suihan drank himself into oblivion once.
It was because Jiang Yi gave up on him.
Even though he was so drunk he couldn't stand up straight, he insisted that no one follow him.
He sat before the greenery by the roadside, letting the heavy rain drench him from head to toe.
He remained silent, and Zhang Cheng could only follow from a distance, watching the rain continuously drip from his hair.
Zhang Cheng didn't know how desperate Wen Suihan was back then, but it was the only time he saw Wen Suihan vulnerable.
But at present, Wen Suihan seemed to have gone mad, picking up the high-alcohol liquor in front of him and proactively toasting his business partners across the table.
His sincere toasts frightened Zhang Cheng even more.
Glass after glass of white liquor, Zhang Cheng tried to intervene several times, but his fierce gaze made him shut his mouth.
As expected, it wasn't long before Wen Suihan was drunk.
