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Mrs. Song noticed that Song Yunchi had been coming home late every night, reeking of alcohol.
She didn't dare ask much, but she didn't need to; she knew it was because of the situation with Mengmeng.
Now, with his wife and child not by his side, it was easy to imagine how heartbroken he must be.
"Yunchi, how are you feeling? Do you feel like throwing up?" Mrs. Song supported the drunken Song Yunchi and helped him sit on the sofa.
Slumping down on the sofa, Song Yunchi painfully covered his eyes with his hand. "Mother, you should go and rest."
He wanted some time alone.
Didn't want to talk, didn't want to think.
Just wanted to sit quietly for a while.
Mrs. Song asked the servant to prepare some hangover soup and sat down beside him, sighing. "Yunchi, I know you're hurting. But Mengmeng has already returned to the country, and she isn't aware you're drowning yourself in alcohol every day, is she?"
Song Yunchi remained motionless.
