Chapter 23 After hanging up the phone, Ying Quhe stared at the table full of food. He crushed the flowers in his grip, tossed them into the trash bin, picked up the gift box, and went upstairs. Rose thorns pierced his palm, oozing a trickle of blood. The sharp sting gave him a slight release from the stifling frustration built up in his chest. Ungrateful little wretch. She was worse than a dog raised by his own hand! ... Nan Qing was dead drunk. After clutching the toilet and throwing up…