When an observant maidservant hurried to inform Lady Qian, Lin Chengxiao was slumped on his bed like a pile of wet rags, mumbling unintelligibly through a mouth reeking of alcohol.
Lady Qian, burning with anxiety, saw a basin of cold tea by the bed, grabbed it, and splashed it onto her son’s face.
The icy liquid hit him like a shock. Lin Chengxiao bolted upright, his eyes bloodshot, and roared, "Which one of you has a death wish and dares to douse me!"
Chapter 121