He picked up his glass and downed almost half of it.
Zhou Sicheng was a bit scared by what he saw, and since Lan Mu was sitting right next to him, he leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Did you really drink a 'jin'?"
Lan Mu replied, "If he says it's a 'jin', then it's a 'jin'."
He certainly couldn't expose his wife's uncle's lie right here, could he?
Moreover, he was well aware that Wen Weiping was just trying to intimidate Zhou Sicheng.
With the elder having started things off, they, the younger generation, had to tough it out and drink up too, especially someone like Zhou Sicheng who was trying to pursue the man's daughter—how could he not try to match his future father-in-law's interests?
At the dining table, several of the men were drinking glass after glass as if the liquor were water.
After a few drinks, Zhou Sicheng felt dizzy, and his vision was getting blurry, but he knew Wen Jing was beside him.
