that's true. What kind of girl would trouble brother Yan to cook for her every day? I'm the only one who can enjoy the food.
Yan Qing's face was calm as he thought about his words. He clinked his glass with his and said,"Yes, I am. Don't drink too much, be careful not to get drunk."
"I'm fine. I can't get drunk even after a thousand glasses."
The so-called intoxicating person ended up sprawled on the sofa in the living room of the Yan family. One of his legs was placed on the back of the sofa while the other was clamped on the coffee table. He didn't care about his image. He was really drunk, and his head was spinning.
Yan Qing estimated that this kid had drunk more than a catty.
He stood next to the sofa and the Butler came over to ask, " "Sir, do you want to send a car to send young master long home?"