Zhan Yunxiao was brought home drunk.
Ye Ningwan saw his state and immediately frowned, asking, "Why did you drink so much?"
"I didn't expect your son to be so fond of alcohol. Who knows how much he drank to get this drunk?" Zhan Hanjue sneered.
Ye Ningwan: "It doesn't sound like you're talking about your son. But how do we talk when he's this drunk? Quickly give him some sobering soup and a cold shower to wake him up."
"So rough?"
Zhan Hanjue was surprised.
"It's a matter of life and death. Do you think it shouldn't be rough?"
Ye Ningwan countered.
Zhan Hanjue nodded, and immediately had a servant bring the sobering soup and forced it down Zhan Yunxiao's throat.
He then personally carried his son to the bathroom, switched to cold water, and used the shower head to douse his head.
"Ah."
Zhan Yunxiao screamed.
"Awake now?"
Zhan Hanjue threw down the shower head.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
Zhan Yunxiao, drenched and shivering from the cold, asked in disbelief.
