There was shattered glass all around, a careless step could cut through the skin.
Thankfully, there were no injuries yet.
"Sir, sir," the servant fretted.
Gu Shaocheng shook his head, "I'm fine, first help the cabinet back up."
The servant, in a fluster, carefully lifted the liquor cabinet. It took a full two minutes before she managed to set it upright. Gu Shaocheng lay there, resembling a person with lower body paralysis.
Even the strongest of men couldn't maintain their composure in the face of such a sudden attack. He suppressed his inner turmoil and fear with great effort and, with the aid of the servant, crawled up using one side of his body and hopped over to sit on the sofa.
"You go clean up the broken glass," Gu Shaocheng said, pressing his temple and emphasizing sternly again, "About tonight, you must not mention it to anyone, especially not to Chenxing."
