The video's progress bar had been frozen on the screen for a long time, but not nearly as long as Ji Yanzhi had been "dead."
Ever since the pool scene, he had been completely motionless. From a distance, he looked like a human-shaped sculpture someone had propped up on the sofa.
When he heard the words "I hate you," he tipped his head back against the sofa in defeat and covered his eyes with his hand.
There was no saving him.
Even he was furious watching it. How angry must Ji Ear have been with him?
Drinking was bad enough, but he had gotten drunk, then done all those mortifying things. Surely no one else in the world had ever made such a complete spectacle of himself while pursuing someone.
Ji Yanzhi simply couldn't understand it. Alcohol was supposed to damage his liver, so how had it also given him twice the nerve?
Just as he began seriously considering whether building a time machine was feasible, someone knocked on the door.
Ji Yanzhi glanced swiftly toward the bedroom, then strode to the door.
When he opened it and saw Uncle Yang, he stepped outside and shut the door before asking what he needed.
"Young master, I had Chef Liu make some soup to soothe your stomach. Would you like to come downstairs and have some?"
Ji Yanzhi had no appetite whatsoever. "Have the kitchen keep it warm. I'll have it later."
Before finishing, he also instructed him not to let anyone knock on the door or enter the room.
After the butler left, Ji Yanzhi took his phone into the room next door. "Prepare ten outfits for each season to start with. Nothing too trendy, but use the best fabrics. Oh, and pajamas too."
"Yes, I'll send you his height