Zoe took Barton home. Even though he had already fallen asleep, she still couldn't find her will to calm her nerves down.

She couldn’t sleep that she used all her night sitting on the sofa downstairs.

Barton woke up feeling lightheaded. Drinking for two consecutive nights made his stomach churn. His mouth was dry, and his head was aching.

He looked around his surroundings and found out that he was in his room. All he could remember was drinking with Zoe and the rest was all blank. He couldn't remember anything at all.

When he realized that recollecting any of his memories last night was impossible, he decided to wash up in an attempt to make himself feel better. After that, he went downstairs and found Zoe preparing breakfast. "Good morning, Mr. Xiao. The food is almost done, please have a seat," she greeted indifferently.

"Okay." He sat down in the dining room where a newspaper and coffee were already arranged for him. He usually didn't notice these mundane things, befor

ger was quick to change his attitude when he recognized the man. "Oh, it's you, Mr. Xiao."

"Do I know you?" Barton scrutinized the man's appearance and tried his best to know whether he knew him or not.

"George, what happened?" A woman in stylish clothes stepped out from the passenger seat. She glared at Barton after she noticed the slight dent in their car. Her hand automatically snaked around George's arm coquettishly. "How could you bump to us in a broad daylight? Are you blind or something?" she asked.

"Grace, don't act like this," George reprimanded and peered at Barton apologetically. "Mr. Xiao didn't do this on purpose.

I don't think the impact is serious. How about we let it go?"

"No, that's not good," Barton declined. "It is my fault. I'll call the insurance company to deal with this."

He was about to make a phone call, but he was interrupted when the car behind him honked at them. "Hey, are you done? Can you move aside?"

"I'm sorry," George apologized.