"Have a drink?"
Shen Guofu looked at the message from Tan Yajun and frowned slightly.
Drinking isn't a problem, but I've already promised my wife we'd have dinner at Lin Ji tonight. My daughter isn't working overtime tomorrow, so I have to go home early to trick her into eating coarse grains. Today, I can finally enjoy dining at Lin Ji again. How could I miss that? Besides, it seems my wife also bought a scratching post for Dundun and a small mat for it to sleep on at the cashier's desk. I want to see if the little guy likes them.
Thinking this, he declined his old friend's drinking invitation, "I've got some things on my end tonight. Let's wait a couple of days. I'll make the arrangements then, and Old Tan, just don't give me a hard time when the time comes."
