"Ah Tao," Shen Yao suddenly said. He walked up to Ji Zhao with a graceful smile and reached out to scratch her palm. He smiled and said, "Young Master and Second Brother You are guests at our door. You suddenly threw out such a profound question. It's confusing."
Only then did Ji Zhao realize that she had made things sound a little too serious. She hurriedly smiled apologetically and said, "Brother Qin, Second Brother You, I shouldn't have said these things on a rare day of rest. I admit my punishment. I'll punish myself with three cups, okay?"
"Punish with what? Wine?" Qin Minghong, who had regained his senses, suddenly smiled and asked in a clear tone, "If it's milk tea, I'm afraid you'll be happy to drink 30 cups, right?"
"My alcohol tolerance is really bad, but I'll risk my life to accompany you today!" Ji Zhao also felt that she had said too much. She thought for a moment and really poured herself a glass of white wine. She drank it in one gulp!
