That night, Zhao Tienan drank until late at the food stall next to the health institute.
His drinking capacity was just slightly above average.
Basically, eight bottles of beer were more or less his limit.
But tonight, with Lu Ye and the others toasting him one after another, Zhao Tienan really couldn't hold up, and he ended up like a drunk cat, being taken to his father's house.
Initially, Zhao Tienan wanted to stay at a hotel.
But he lost his ID number and couldn't book a room, so he had to settle for second best.
"You brat, how did you end up like this?"
"If you can't drink much, why pretend? In the end, you're the one who suffers."
"Yunong, take care of him, and it'd be best to make him a bowl of hangover soup."
Zhao Liwei looked at his precious son with disappointment and muttered.
He was completely recovered now, not only without any aftereffects but also in particularly good spirits, all thanks to the prescription Zhao Tienan left for him.
"Mmm..."
