A steadfast promise always outweighs the sweetness of honey.
This kind of feeling is wonderful, and only those truly in love can understand it.
The night quiets down.
The Mu family mansion.
The sound of clinking and clanging drifts from the living room downstairs.
Mu Jingheng emerges from the study and sees Mu Shaoqian drinking heavily at the staircase.
He frowns deeply with evident helplessness, truly hating iron for not turning into steel.
Thinking of Mu Shaoqian ending up like this due to Yan Xinxin, he feels even more heartache.
Mu Jingheng quickly walks downstairs. As he enters the living room, a strong smell of alcohol wafts toward him.
Mu Shaoqian lies on the sofa, clothes in disarray, his shirt collar half open, and cheeks flushed.
He looks drunk out of his wits, yet has a hint of sobriety.
"Dad, so late… hic!"
He hiccups.
"Why are you still awake?"
Mu Jingheng glances down at him.
"Get up."
"I don't want to get up…"
Mu Shaoqian waves the bottle around.
