Jiang Shuyao received He Qingzhou's call at exactly nine o'clock, just as she had put away her tools and stepped out of her studio, ready to grab her pajamas and take a shower.
Upon hearing that Pei Yan had gotten drunk, she instinctively frowned.
"How much did he drink?" she asked.
He Qingzhou didn't beat around the bush and directly sent her a photo on WeChat.
The table was densely littered with empty wine bottles, making Jiang Shuyao feel dizzy.
She knew he had been repressing himself for a long time because of the marriage issue, and tonight at the gathering, he would certainly drink.
But she hadn't expected him to get this drunk.
Jiang Shuyao felt distressed. No matter what, that was the man she liked, and she couldn't bear to see him abuse his body in such a way.
After notifying the elder couple in the living room, she took Old Jiang's car keys and prepared to leave.
She told them that one of her friends had fallen ill and been hospitalized, and she wanted to visit.
