As Zhou Bei's words fell, Shen Xingchen hurriedly swapped the juice in her hand for white liquor and stood up from her chair.
The reaction of Shen Xingchen elicited laughter from everyone.
"Xingchen, you're quite intimidating with that stance!"
"Xingchen, I was asking you to toast your uncle, not to make a toast."
"No worries, I'm of age now, and I've finished my exams. I can have a little drink, let everyone test my alcohol tolerance, so I won't get drunk by others when I'm out."
With everyone egging her on, Shen Xingchen seriously held her drink and looked up at Shen Li, saying, "Uncle, I toast to you."
Shen Xingchen was about to say something to Shen Li when she realized that the care Shen Li had shown her over the years and her gratitude towards him couldn't be summed up in a few words.
It couldn't be encapsulated by a simple thank you.
So, she didn't say anything and just seriously told Shen Li she was toasting to him.
