Ye Shikai sat alone in the private room, sitting on the floor, leaning against the table. One by one, the wine bottles beside him toppled over. Ye Shikai stared at the large screen in front of him, a nameless rage tumbling up from the depths of his heart. He grabbed a wine bottle from beside him and hurled it straight at the screen.
"Bang." A loud crash echoed as the glass screen shattered into pieces along with the wine glass. The trembling manager outside the door didn't dare to enter, but he wasn't worried; after all, he's a big shot and certainly wouldn't fret over such compensation costs.
Ye Shikai picked up a bottle of liquor from the table and blew into it before putting it to his mouth. It wasn't long before he collapsed to the floor, drunk.
This time, he was truly intoxicated.
Drinking alone, yet no beautiful companion to share the moment.
...
Yanjing.
