When Fang Mo'er pushed the door open, she saw Jack lying on the floor surrounded by broken bottles.
It was obvious that Jack had drunk a lot of wine after coming back.
Fang Mo'er's eyelids twitched. She was afraid that if Jack moved even a little, he would touch the broken glass on the floor.
If he was injured, it would not bode well for the performance that would be happening in two days.
This was something that Fang Mo'er did not want to see.
Without thinking, Fang Mo'er stepped forward and bent down to pull Jack up from the floor.
Carefully, she helped him to the bed.
After turning on the lights in the room, Fang Mo'er saw that the floor was a mess.
Not only was there broken glass, but there were also pillows, clothes, and various other things.
Fang Mo'er frowned and was about to call her assistant over to help, but her hand was pulled back.
"Sandy!" The man mumbled.
