Gao Guoqiang frowned deeply as he heard Shitou say, "Great-grandpa and dad and the uncles all love drinking so much. Alcohol must, must taste better than milk or soup. I want to drink too, great-grandpa, I want some alcohol."
Gao Guoqiang made up his mind, he would quit drinking. The thought of his three-year-old and smart, adorable great-grandson wanting to drink white liquor, even hard liquor, made Guoqiang shake his head resolutely. That was out of the question.
This white liquor, this hard liquor, was no joke—a child drinking it would fry their brain.
That very day, after he gulped down some hard liquor, his head buzzed, and he knew nothing.
Thinking back on it now, Guoqiang's heart still palpitated with fear; the feeling was just too terrifying.
Actually, it wasn't as if he hadn't drunk before, but back then he was young. Now, truly old, he had no choice but to admit his age.
