She had vomited all over Shen Jiangli's body.
On Shen Jiangli's expensive, meticulously ironed suit, vomit instantly smeared everywhere, emitting a foul smell. He furrowed his brows tightly, about to curse and push the person away when he looked down and saw Shen Heyu sitting on the ground.
She leaned against the wall, her legs spread wide in a big "V," one hand wiping the corner of her mouth, the other wiping her eyes.
Her whole body slumped, shoulders drooping, as she sobbed softly.
"You never take responsibility for me, you never trust me… You came here, surely for business, not to take me home..."
Shen Heyu had drunk too much and was out of her senses, not even knowing what she was saying, just instinctively voicing her inner thoughts.
Shen Jiangli was stunned by her state.
Such a woman always sparked a man's protective instinct, regardless of the man's status.
Shen Jiangli took off his suit jacket and threw it into a nearby trash can.