Vincent Hunk laughed, "Since Mr. King has shown such sincerity, we brothers can't be too hard on Teacher Suzanne Trent either. So, Mr. King, please continue drinking."
Seeing Vincent Hunk's expression like a cat who had stolen fish, it was apparent that he hadn't really insisted on Suzanne drinking, but was waiting for Mason King to drink on her behalf.
He really wanted to challenge Mason King at the wine table and make this seasoned socialite drink until he collapsed.
Mason King picked up a glass, looked at Vincent Hunk, and smiled lightly, "Is it that fulfilling to get me drunk?"
Vincent Hunk glared, "Of course it is!"
Mason King's slender fingers gently rubbed the cup and sighed with a smile.
Vincent Hunk stared again, "In my life, I never dared to think I could drink at the same table with Mr. King, let alone occasionally be brothers. If I could make you drunk, it would simply be a sublimation of my life."