Early the next morning.
Lu Junhan carried the little girl, who hadn't fully woken up from staying up too late last night and getting up too early this morning, down the stairs.
Grandpa and Song Qingwan were already having breakfast downstairs.
The party went late last night, and Grandpa met a few of his old comrades at the banquet.
In high spirits, he couldn't resist having a few glasses of red wine and then a few more of white wine.
This was a big deal.
The always invincible, cold-blooded, never-drunk Commander Lu was taken down by just a few glasses of white wine.
He put on a drunken fist performance right then and there.
If it weren't for his comrades holding him down, he would have rushed to the stage and displayed his skills in front of everyone.
So embarrassing!
In desperation, Song Qingwan had to force him to drink a few more glasses.
Finally, they managed to knock him down.
