"Scram."
Zhao Xifu laughed and cursed as he swatted Zhao Rong's hand away and put the wine cup back on the table, then seated himself again.
Zhao Rong asked with a smile, "Uncle, what should I do with this cup of wine?"
Zhao Xifu crossed his arms and gave him a sidelong glance, not in a good mood, "Don't ask me, do as you please."
Zhao Rong smiled, picked up the wine cup, and glanced around at the table where Qing Jun, Xiaoxiao, and the others were seated…
By now, everyone had gradually figured out what had happened:
Zhao Rong had played a novel word game, throwing out an interesting paradox.
Even the dumbest little fox demon, under Zhu Yourong's smiling explanation, opened her eyes wide, shining as she looked at Mr. Zhao, unable to resist applauding.
The first to react, Yu Huaijin, meticulously picked up her bowl and chopsticks again, continuing to earnestly finish the remaining food in her bowl.
