Ugh....
One week!
Qin Yu felt like a terminally ill patient who had just been told by the doctor that his life was on a countdown, utterly despondent, unable to muster any hope.
He drove the pickup truck to the entrance of the Imperial Court Hotel, switched to his own BMW X5, and drove back to the urban village.
Yan Mingyu had given him three days off, originally planning to have a good time with his sister and grandfather at the East Sea, but now he was no longer in the mood.
After entering his house, he saw half a bottle of vodka on the table, unscrewed it, and poured it directly into his mouth, gulping it down.
"Burp...."
After guzzling half a bottle of vodka, Qin Yu's head grew even fuzzier. He took out his cell phone, pressed the power button to turn it off, and then collapsed onto the bed.