After rushing around all night, the expensive silk fabric somehow got wrinkled.
The hair hadn't been managed, strands usually tied back were now loose at the front, partially covering the eyes. The gaze appeared chilling, with several red veins in the whites of the eyes. Unshaven, stubble covered the cheeks, defining the jawline, making the face starkly different from its usual polished appearance.
Gloomy and frightening.
Maternal Auntie Wen was momentarily startled by his aura, instinctively looked back at Bo Yanching, then at Bo Li, "What's wrong with you, let's talk things out calmly."
Bo Li glanced at the woman, not much older than himself, and asked, "Dad really hasn't woken up?"
Maternal Auntie Wen shook her head, "No, last night... he actually stayed in the room for a long time, had a couple of drinks. You know he rarely drinks. This morning he woke up once, but his head hurt too much, so he went back to sleep. I didn't dare disturb him."
