"Um... I had a little," Ye Fanxing said, knowing she was in trouble from his stern expression.
How could the old man who even restricts her clothing possibly condone her drinking?
Ye Fanxing said, "I just had a little with them, just a bit, not much."
Fearing he wouldn't believe her, she stretched out her hand and gestured the tiny amount as she spoke.
Fu Jingyu didn't touch her, he just sat in silence, looking a little displeased.
Even though she was with acquaintances, he disliked Ye Fanxing drinking outside. How old was she?
In his eyes, she was just a little girl.
"Uncle," Ye Fanxing, fearing his anger, appeasingly said, "I won't drink next time. I won't... please don't be mad!"
Fu Jingyu didn't look at her and detachedly picked up a tablet computer, "Go wash yourself before you talk to me."
"..." Ye Fanxing silently watched him for a while before responding, "Alright."
Uncle was angry.
It was unfair...