Beside the bedroom wine cabinet, Wei Jianhua was on the verge of collapsing.
Dozens of consecutive phone calls, none connected, transformed his excitement into unease.
The most critical thing was, the vigor he regained had now turned back to a lifeless silkworm baby.
This made Wei Jianhua doubt if the previous upright stance was just a final spark before total failure.
However, despite the doubts, he still clung to the hope of "maybe it can be salvaged," not daring to make any rash moves...
He didn't dare to drink water, didn't dare to urinate, he even didn't dare to leave his position, fearing he might violate unspoken taboos set by Xiao Feng, leading to the silkworm baby's complete demise.
The only thing he could do was pull up his pants and stand obediently in front of the wine cabinet; when tired, he would reach out to support the wall.
When one arm grew sore, he switched to the other.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Knock knock knock!"
