C432 You must Hate Me

The lights were bright outside. Xi Yechen sat in the study and stared blankly at the leaf. He had a glass of whiskey by his hand and his eyes were somewhat blurred.

After looking at it for a while, he raised his head and drank the rest of the liquor in one gulp. His throat rolled, and the thick bottom glass cup was placed on the table with a bang.

He made a phone call to Ke Rong