I'm afraid I'll have to take a detour

Song Garden.

The lights were off, and the villa was quiet.

Since that day two weeks ago, Gong Chen had given all the servants a holiday.

The originally lively Song Garden had turned into a haunted house.

On the second floor.

Gong Chen was lying in a pile of wine bottles. In the environment reeking of alcohol, he looked Haggard, but he was still holding a woman's suit jacket in his arms.

His time had stopped!

He cut off all contact with the outside world and left all company matters to the Vice President. He turned off his cell phone and never opened the door for anyone.

"Chenxi, I think I've gone crazy."

Gong Chen said.

Ever since that Night of Thunder, it was as if there were two of him in her head.

They were constantly quarreling.

It was so noisy that he could not rest in peace.

Even if he was drunk, the images in his mind would be split into two.