Sometimes time really can change everything, but the scene before her made Xia Yanxin find it hard to believe...
"Lei Zijia..." Xia Yanxin called out a few times, and Lei Zijia, with his eyes bleary from drunkenness, stared blankly at Xia Yanxin, "Xiaoman... is that you back?"
"Lei Zijia, I am Xia Yanxin, not Xiaoman..."
"Oh, not Xiaoman, you're not Xiaoman... Xiaoman, when will you be back?" Lei Zijia muttered, closing his eyes again, just nestling on the sofa, picking up the bottle and pouring it into his mouth. This time, no matter how Xia Yanxin called him, he wouldn't open his eyes again.
Xia Yanxin had no choice but to give up her plans and retreated disappointedly from the study.
"Ah Tao, how long has your young master been like this?"
