"Today is Luo Qufeng's birthday banquet. You better restrain yourself a little," Lan Yu said with a laugh.
Mi Qiu ignored him and took another gulp of wine.
"The Master is only here to make up the numbers. I'm not involved with the birthday banquet later, but… the Luo Family's wine is really fragrant. Before you go, remember to remind the Master to bring a few carriages of it back with me… burp…"
Lan Yu shook his head wordlessly.
It was the nature of the Qiu Clan to have no respect for anyone. They not only wanted to bring back wine when attending a birthday banquet, but they even wanted a few carriages of it?!
The winged youth standing nearby was still young and had not had much contact with the Qiu Clan. His youthful blue eyes widened as he looked at the little fellow leaning on his uncle's leg and drinking itself into a stupor. He was filled with curiosity.
It was just a little fellow, yet why did it keep referring to itself as Master?
