"You didn't tell me your uncle could drink so much!"
At the Tianhou Hotel, Lin Fan lay with his head on Li Huizhen's thigh, squinting his eyes—he really felt the room spinning.
He'd been drinking with his uncles at noon, and despite rarely meeting his match in the world of drinking, he was actually getting fuzzy.
"They all do tough physical work, and on any given day, they'd rather see a bottle of liquor than their wives. Each of them is a drunkard. You can't compete with them. I told you to drink less, but you wouldn't listen."
Li Huizhen said tenderly as she massaged Lin Fan's head with her delicate hands.
"I just wanted to help you save face, but I almost ended up making a fool of myself."
Lin Fan had to admit that being good at drinking wasn't really a plus anymore.
"Wasn't today enough for you? I've never been praised so much in my life. Those people are such opportunists, spewing insincere flattery. It's embarrassing to hear, but they say it without batting an eyelid."
