All that was left were his bloodshot eyes and a hint of the smell of liquor.
Once the car stopped moving, he unbuckled his seat belt, pushed the door open and got out.
After staggering a few steps, he steadied himself, then, he strode in, looking like nothing had happened to him.
"Young Master Han!", the security guard had recognized him and quickly opened the door.
Instead of walking directly into the villa with indifference, as he always did, he stopped in his tracks. He turned around to look at the security guard and waved at him.
After making sure that his assistant had followed him, he sauntered into the villa.
Just as he walked towards the gate of the villa, a beautiful figure could be seen sitting on the sofa in the living room…
Yu Yuehan stopped in his tracks.
His assistant had just caught up with him and was about to say something. Before he could even speak, Yu Yuehan had raised his hand to signal him to keep quiet.