At those words, the hurt in Ji Yanzhi's eyes only surged more fiercely. "See? You understand everything, yet you still treat me like that."
"Ji Yanzhi, I don't understand everything, but I'm trying to understand you. I..." Ji Ting seemed to have more to say, but in the end, he merely exhaled. "Never mind. Once you're sober tomorrow, we'll talk properly."
"I'm perfectly clearheaded right now. I've never been more clearheaded."
"All right." Ji Ting didn't argue. Instead, he took the pill he had picked up earlier out of his pocket. "Then take this."
Ji Yanzhi looked at his palm and frowned. "What is that? It's all dark."
"A Chinese patent medicine to protect your liver and soothe your stomach." As he spoke, Ji Yanzhi opened the outer packaging and held it to his lips. "Open up."
Ji Yanzhi pressed his lips together, silently expressing his resistance.
Ji Ting's expression turned stern. "Ji Yanzhi."
The moment the words left his mouth, someone lowered his head like a chick pecking at grain and took the pill between his lips.
The pill was about the size of a fingertip. After just two chews, Ji Yanzhi's face began to scrunch up tighter and tighter.
Seeing this, Ji Ting said, "Wait here. I'll get you some water."
"Okay."
Ji Yanzhi agreed quite clearly, but when Ji Ting returned with a glass, he was gone again.
Ji Ting searched the room, then the entire third floor. Only after pulling up the surveillance feed on his phone did he discover that Ji Yanzhi had headed toward the East Building.
By the time he hurried to the pool without stopping, Ji Yanzhi had already taken off his shirt.
Seeing him approach, Ji Yanzhi immediately took two steps closer to the edge of the pool.
Ji Ting instinctively