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As soon as Butler Li's car stopped at Sikong Manor, Old Mrs. Sikong immediately pushed the door and rushed into the door.

When Lin's mother, who was wiping the table, saw her, her eyes widened in surprise, opened her mouth wide, and the rag in her hand fell to the ground with a "splash" sound.

"Old Madam? Why are you back?"[

"I'll say these words later." Old Mrs. Sikong didn't look at Lin's mother, and rushed to the second floor like an enclave, pushing the door one by one to find Sikong Jingqiu's figure.

After a few seconds of being stunned, Lin's mother quickly ran upstairs and chased after the old lady Sikong to report, "Old lady, young master, young master is in the study on the third floor..."

"He is in the study on the third floor?" Old Mrs. Sikong suddenly stopped opening the door and ran to the third floor.

Mother Lin hurriedly followed, "Old lady...Young master...He..."

"What's wrong with him? Don't hesitate, just say it in one go!" Old Mrs. Sikong did not stop, and asked while rushing to the entrance of the study room on the third floor.

"Young Master, he drinks—"

"Pat--"

Almost as Ma Lin spoke, Old Mrs. Sikong opened the door.

A strong and unpleasant smell of alcohol came to his nose, causing old lady Sikong and Ma Lin to take a step back at the same time.

The curtains in the study were pulled up, and the room was dark and I couldn't see anything clearly.

Old Mrs. Sikong was stunned for three seconds. With her familiarity with Sikong Manor, she immediately kicked off the wine bottle rolling at her feet, rushed in in the dark, opened the curtains with a "brush--" and opened the windows, allowing light and air to flow in together.

Sikong Jingqiu, like a homeless man, leaned against the desk and sat on the ground. His hair was as messy as a bird's nest, his clothes were even wrinkled, and the wheelchair seemed to be smashed by gravity. The wheels were twisted and fell to the ground.

Although Sikong Jingqiu had died of drunkenness, he was still holding two wine bottles tightly in his hand.

Old Mrs. Sikong stared at her grandson on the ground with a blue face, "Mom Lin, go and bring a bucket of ice water!"

"Ice, ice water?" Lin's mother's chin almost fell to the ground, "Old, old lady... what do you want ice water to do?"

Could it be used to splash the young master?
Chapter completed!