Though a relatively joyful atmosphere was floating around in the Public Security Bureau, a stark contrast of air loomed in the Yang family's mansion with Xie Zi Han downing the third bottle for the night.
The world blurred in front of his reddened and tired eyes. His cheeks were a teary mess that gnawed at his helplessness of losing his beloved daughter. Three hours had passed by, yet his soft sobs continued to echo his bleak reality.
His trembling hand moved to reach for another bottle when Yang Bingqing smacked it away.
"No more alcohol for tonight!" She glared. "You had enough.
Xie Zi Han dazedly raised his head, watching his former Boss stand before him with her hands on her waist.
"Please…" fresh tears spilled from his eyes, "don't take the bottle from me…"
"Well, I will because this is not how I want to see you. Now come with me. I will take you to your room and you will go to sleep."
"...Sleep?" His head lolled from front to back and back to front.
