Fu Yunshen went to the bar and saw the man who was collapsed on the sofa in the private room, still calling out Wanwan's name; his handsome face darkened.
Does this person not know his own physical condition?
To still drink himself into this state, did he want to die?
Fu Yunshen pulled the bottle of alcohol from Yanxi's hand.
Yanxi barely opened his bloodshot peach blossom eyes, tried to snatch back the bottle, but Fu Yunshen threw it straight into the trash can.
"Do you want to drink yourself to death?" he grabbed Yanxi's collar, yanking him up from the sofa.
Yanxi looked at Fu Yunshen with lifeless eyes, his voice hoarse, "Old Fu, she's going to get engaged to that Mr. Zhou!"
Fu Yunshen's eyebrows furrowed deeply, "Yanxi, I know it's hard for you, but Xia Yiwan has already started a new life. You need to learn to let go, too!"
"I can't let go…"
Fu Yunshen's voice was cold, "You can't let go, so what?"
