Chapter 137. Saddest Man on Earth

Henry Zhang felt like the saddest man on earth. Well, maybe he was.

He staggered up the airy flight of stairs with only a bottle of chilled liquor clasped in his cold stiff hands.

“One green bottle standing on the wall… one green bottle standing on the wall…” he sang drunkenly as he trudged upwards, absolutely oblivious to the shocked stares his workers threw at him as he walked past.

Truth is, he didn’t even notice they were staring nor did he care if they actually did.

His body suddenly shook with a kind of cold that he hadn’t experienced before.

He couldn’t bring himself to talk to anyone about how he truly felt…about how his dreams were constantly plagued with memories of Quinn and how he felt he would go crazy soon if nothing was done about it until he had finally resolved to drinking to stupor.

His new way of escape…

He belched, smiled at the half empty bottle and stormed into his room only to stop in his tracks when he suddenly found