Life isn't easy... Xiaofan actually didn't want to damage their feelings just to win this argument.
Three glasses, just three glasses, no more than that...
Including the one Xiaofan's father drank, Liu Xiaoliu gulped down four shots of liquor. His chest was burning painfully. But when he looked at Xiaofan, who had already downed six shots, there was not a flicker of discomfort.
"Ah, alright, alright. Third aunt, Xiaofan is not a kid anymore, right? Does he have a girlfriend? If not, maybe find some time to set him up with a match from our village. With Xiaofan's character, I'm sure the girls in the surrounding villages wouldn't mind," Uncle took the opportunity to change the topic from drinking.
"Mom... huh? Xiaofan, what are you doing here?"
What a coincidence, Shen Zuimo had come over to talk to Mrs. Ye, just in time to catch this conversation.
