Ming Zhiyan was also very happy. He usually had a cold appearance, but it was rare to see him smile, which made him look even more handsome.
He never refused the wine that Jian Dalang handed to him. He drank one glass after another. He also listened to Jian Dalang's words seriously. He did not seem to have any temper.
At the end of the drink, both of their faces were red. Jian Dalang was obviously drunk. Even Old Man Jian despised him.
As for Ming Zhiyan, he seemed to be drunk as well. However, he was not like Jian Dalang. He sat quietly on the stool. If it were not for his dazed eyes, one would not be able to tell that he was drunk.
"Zhiyan," Old Man Jian said with a smile. "You'll be good to our Big Sister for the rest of your life, right?"
Ming Zhiyan had not yet woken up, but he had already subconsciously nodded. "Of course!"
"Who are we going to listen to when we quarrel in the future?"
