Qin Song went downstairs to the living room, poured himself a glass of water, and gulped it down.
At this mont, he too was feeling restless...
*
After Qin Song cald himself, he prepared another bowl of hangover soup for Jin Zelin and brought it upstairs.
Standing at the door, Qin Song took a deep breath, trying to make his expression look normal, then pushed the door open and went in.
But he found that the person who should have been lying in bed was gone.
Where did he go?
Probably went back to his own room!
However, that guy hadn’t even put on his shoes!
Did he leave in such a hurry?
Maybe Jin Zelin also felt embarrassed about what just happened, so he avoided him?
Qin Song was feeling a bit overwheld.
Normally, he handles things decisively, without any hesitation, but this ti, his mind was in turmoil, unsure of how to deal with it.
If Jin Zelin wants to avoid him, then... should he just approach him anyway?
Qin Song placed the hangover soup aside, sat on the sofa for a while, noticed the ss at the doorway, frowned, and decided it would be best to clean up the fragnts first.
Suddenly, he noticed there were bloodstains on the floor near the door.
They were fresh...
This is bad; did Jin Zelin really leave without shoes?
That blood... it must be from his foot getting cut!
This drunkard... doesn’t he know to watch where he’s stepping?
Truly...
Qin Song felt his heart twist instantly. Without thinking further, he grabbed the small first-aid kit from the drawer and rushed to Jin Zelin’s room, barging in without knocking.
At that mont, Jin Zelin was lying on the bed, resting his head on his arms, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Suddenly, hearing soone push the door open, he turned his head and found it was his senior brother.
Jin Zelin was stunned, blinking as if not believing what he saw.
Why is senior brother... here again?
Wasn’t he disgusted with him?
Seeing Qin Song walk in, Jin Zelin suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of grievance.
However, Qin Song didn’t look at his face; he sat directly at the bedside and saw that his foot was still bleeding, instantly furrowing his brow.
"There were shards on the ground, and you didn’t wear shoes. Serves you right!"
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