After Chu Ge finished speaking, he picked up the bottle on the table and poured a little for Qin Yan and a little for himself, just enough to cover the bottom of the glass, not even enough for a sip.
"Uncle, I toast to you, not for being a good father or a good husband, but for being a good policeman. I was afraid you'd say, 'Drink with me,' so I poured just a little. Don't complain, okay?"
Chu Ge said with a cheerful smile, raised his glass, and stood up across from Qin Yan.
Qin Ruo's lips twitched into a smile that was hard to tell if it was self-mockery or a bitter grin.
"You really are something... I can't tell if you're complimenting me or mocking me?"
Chu Ge smiled slightly, "I'm not sure either, maybe... a bit of both."
"You rascal..."
Qin Yan shook his head, muttered with a complex smile, then raised his glass and clinked it with Chu Ge, drinking up the small amount in his glass.
