"Who says he doesn't..." Bo Yan peeled a sweet potato and stuffed it into Han Yifan's mouth, his face unflinching, calmly stating, "You haven't tried the sweet potato yet, this one's pretty good."
Han Yifan "mmm-mmm'd" a couple of times, but in the end didn't spit it out, chewing it a few times in his mouth.
Only then did Bo Yan say, "We were young back then, didn't know our limits, a lot of people drank too much."
With a single sentence, he lightly brushed over Han Yifan's previous comment about drinking.
Fortunately, at this time Xia Siyu had downed a can of beer and was a bit tipsy, so she didn't continue to press.
But as they were about to leave, Bo Yan stopped the two of them: "Please pay the bill."
