Mia Ginger smiled helplessly, squatted down to hug it, and patted its head.
The Chancellor stood still, watching her with a serious face.
Mia hugged its head, turned it in another direction, and pointed towards the hall.
The Chancellor didn’t move.
After settling it, Mia breathed a sigh of relief, walked out while taking out her phone to call Bob Ginger.
Three calls in a row, but no answer.
She felt only helplessness and had to keep walking along the ho’s entrance, continuing to call.
——
Bob Ginger arrived at the bar.
He excelled in his studies and never ca to places like this.
After getting into the taxi, he just asked the driver to take him to the nearest bar.
Feeling only annoyance.
Dad is still Dad, Mom is still Mom.
But——
That ho can’t really be called a ho anymore.
His parents’ relationship started with deceit, and he had hoped to redy it, but Charlotte Chester’s affair shattered his hope.
What to do?
He truly didn’t know what to do.
How to face Aiden Jiang, how to face Charlotte Chester, and even, how to face Zuri Ginger and Mia Ginger.
Where did it all go wrong?
Bob muddled his thoughts, downed several drinks directly.
Soon, he was drunk.
——
Louis Cox entered the bar.
At first glance, he saw the slumped over him on the bar.
He paused, then walked over.
He nudged his shoulder and frowned, "Bob Ginger? Bob Ginger!"
"ntor." Bob, hazily raising his eyes to see him, jumped off the stool, staggered, and fell into his embrace.
Louis embraced him fully and asked, "What are you doing in a place like this?"
"My parents got divorced."
Louis: "..."
Divorced?
It was sothing he was quite happy to see.
Louis didn’t ask anymore, put one arm around him, turned to Little Patten, who was following him, and said, "I’ll take him to a private room. You call Mia Ginger and get her to co pick him up."
"Got it." Little Patten responded and turned to leave.
Louis took Bob into a private room.
He wasn’t very patient. Once inside, he released him, dropping Bob onto the sofa.
He sat by himself at the edge smoking.
Bob twisted up from the sofa, just seeing him puffing smoke nearby.
The sharply contoured side profile was extrely handso.
"ntor!"
Bob raised his head, hiccupping with alcohol as he called him.
Louis turned his head to look at him for a mont but didn’t say anything.
Such a little brat, acting as if divorce is the end of the world. If it weren’t for Mia, he wouldn’t bother dealing with it.
But Bob wanted to bother him.
He clutched his shoulder with one hand, sat up, and said woozily, "What should I do?"
"Do whatever." Louis replied irritably, pushing at his hand.
Bob, refusing to give up, kept leaning into his embrace. In their pushing and shoving, sohow, Bob held him by the neck and lunged.
The change was too sudden; Louis’s hand was still holding a cigarette, and he was utterly stunned.
The private room door suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Seeing this scene, Little Patten and Mia were also dumbfounded.
Mia guessed that with Bob’s character, he might go to the bar to drown his sorrows, so she asked the taxi driver to co to the nearest bar to ho.
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