"Mother, are you there?"
Zhou Wenhai carefully parted the tent flap and stepped inside.
The scent of wine hung thick in the air as his father was slumped over the table again, snoring softly, face red and lips slightly parted.
Zhou Wenhai sighed and shook his head.
'Again? Father really did love his wine, even though his tolerance was pitiful....'
He gave a small, weary smile.
It wasn't the first time he'd found this scene and likely wouldn't be the last.
To him, it was just another familiar evening at home.
"Weird… where's mother?" he murmured, glancing around as he had something important he wanted to discuss with her.
His eyes flicked toward the curtain hiding the bed.
"Maybe she's resting?" he thought, stepping closer but before he could reach the curtain, a soft, breathless voice came from behind it.
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Meanwhile,
When Zhou Wenhai just step inside the tent,
Madam Yan, her body still bent over the bed, stared at the man who was greedily sucking on her breast.
