"Have both old masters gone to bed?" Zhou Chao sat on the sofa, furrowing his brows as he inquired.
Lin Wu, who had just come downstairs, poured Zhou Chao a glass of warm water. "Both old masters have gone to bed. There are no other concerns with their health."
Zhou Chao nodded slightly, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He recalled the dinner earlier, where both Old Master Xiao and Old Master Chen had tried to get him drunk. Surprisingly, they were the ones who ended up flat on their backs after a few rounds.
"Brother Chao, didn't you think about letting Grandpa and the others take it easy while drinking?"
"I did want to, but you see, their enthusiasm left me with little room to maneuver," Zhou Chao sighed inwardly. Both old masters were in their seventies or eighties, and drinking at their age could indeed have some adverse effects on their health.
