Zhou Huaiyi: "......"
So Zhou Huaiyi was kicked back to the room just like that.
On the dining table in the kitchen, there were three or four dishes of snacks for drinking. Old Zhou, with boldness and pride, pulled out five bottles of wine, opened them one by one, pushed four bottles to Xiang Qichen, and kept one bottle for himself, saying, "If you want to be a son-in-law to the Zhou family, you better have a good drinking tolerance!"
"..."
Xiang Qichen had no choice but to go along, silently raising a bottle to refill his glass.
Old Zhou took a sip from his glass: "Huaiyi has liked you for quite a while, hasn't she?"
Xiang Qichen paused for two seconds with his head down, without saying a word.
"I know everything," Old Zhou continued, "including her tattoo. I know it's your name she has tattooed."
Xiang Qichen took a big gulp, seemingly deep in thought.
