After three rounds of drinks, Zhao Ting finally understood why Meng Yao and Teacher Wang reacted so strangely earlier.
Lady Qian had one foot on a stool and was hooking his shoulder, wanting to become sworn siblings with him!
Teacher Wang looked embarrassed, yet he couldn't do anything about Lady Qian.
From now on, he swore he would never let his wife drink again.
"Brother, you're really lucky. Our Ah Yao looks this way, with this figure! Tsk tsk!"
Zhao Ting held back a laugh.
Meng Yao pinched him lightly.
Before she could withdraw her hand, Zhao Ting caught it.
"Big Sis is right, being able to be with Ah Yao is my good fortune," Zhao Ting said while holding Meng Yao's hand.
These weren't soft hands, much like their owner, always far from fragile.
In fact, they were quite firm.
Very powerful.
But he couldn't bear to let go of these hands.
Meng Yao couldn't free herself, so she let him hold her hand.
