The next day.
The sun was up, high in the sky.
By the time Yi Lin had finished washing up, Old Xu emerged from the bedroom with dark circles under his eyes, his hair a messy bird's nest, shuffling his feet and clutching his back, grimacing in pain. Only ghosts knew what had happened to him last night.
"Who would have thought that I, the unbeatable drinker of Qingcheng, would be floored by you, kid."
Old Xu was feeling sentimental, the years are unforgiving.
Back in the day, he could fight till dawn.
Xu Anjing came out of her room with a cold face.
The rebellious girl's face was dark, and overnight a pimple had appeared next to her moist lips, seemingly a bit inflamed.
When Xu Anjing walked up to Yi Lin, she lowered her head and squeezed through her teeth, "Brother... Brother Lin!"
"What the fuck?" Xu Zhiyong was instantly sober, his eyes wide, completely baffled.
He knew very well what his daughter's personality was like.
