C97 Chapter 97

“Awake?”

The man set down the gleaming chef’s knife, wiped the sweat off his face, and turned to her. “You drank way too much last night. Take it slow—I brought you some hangover soup.”

With that, he picked up the crystal bowl from the granite countertop and carried it over.

Yang Zimu waved him off and wobbled to the dining table, dropping into a chair