Meng Fang's lips twitched, "Brother Ma, I... I really can't hold my liquor. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep you company..."
"Not acceptable! You must drink until you're drunk, or else our grudge will not be resolved. Weigh your options carefully, lad!"
Ma Qiange was relentless, yet his condition... was really not a difficult one.
Ma Tian roared, "What kind of behavior is this? What kind of behavior?"
Before his words were finished, he had already stepped forward and landed a heavy smack on the back of Ma Qiange's head, shouting furiously, "Not to mention that Meng Fang is a high-ranking general, by what right do you boss him around? Who are you showing off for? Not to mention you can't even find yourself a wife. How dare you criticize General Meng Fang! Where is your face? You've lost all your grandfather's face!"
A wronged Ma Qiange said, "Grandfather, in front of so many people, I need to save face..."
"What face do you have left!"
