Zhou Xing, Mo Jingchun's uncle, downed the glass of Erguotou without even a furrow in his brow.
After drinking the Erguotou, Zhou Xing, fueled by the alcohol, meaningfully said to Mo Jingchun:
"Don't speak too full of yourself. The higher you stand, the harder you fall if you're not careful."
"The higher you stand, the harder you fall."
Thinking about how young people don't like being lectured by elders, Zhou Xing added to Mo Jingchun:
"Don't dislike your uncle for talking too much and having a foul mouth. I only say these things in front of you guys. The words might be harsh, but it's all for your own good."
"If it were someone else, see if I'd say anything."
"Not only wouldn't I say anything, but I'd also praise and flatter them."
Mo Jingchun and Zhou Yaling, sitting on the same side of the table, exchanged smiles. Praise and flattery, that's probably what's called killing with kindness.
Hahaha.
