The rubbish bin had been knocked over as well.
It seems like it had been days since the helper had visited.
"Brother, are you at home?" Fang Xinxin raised her voice to ask.
There wasn't any response. Only the main bedroom door was tightly shut.
She guessed that he was inside.
The instant she twisted the doorknob and opened the door, a thick scent of alcohol assaulted her senses.
The entire room was filled with the heavy scent of alcohol.
Her elder brother, Fang Shaohua, laid against the bedroom's floor. He held a bottle of white wine with an especially high alcohol content in his hand. He appeared to be completely drunk.
"Xinxin…" He seemed to be muttering something.
Fang Xinxin leaned in and realised he was subconsciously calling her name.
Fang Shaohua's complexion had turned red from drinking. Tears had formed around his lashes and this caused his fair, charming complexion to appear especially pitiful.
