"Haha! This is just too funny. Li Xingwan is terrified that the Fu Consortium will swap the drink in Little Mobao's hand with her alcohol."
"How could President Fu possibly do that? That's his own son."
Li Xingwan: "I don't care; as long as my son drinks it, it's a beverage."
Indeed, Little Mobao chugged it down in one gulp and looked at Fu Chengzhou with particular pride. "I have Mommy backing me up; I'm not afraid of you at all."
"Haha! Little Mobao 6666!"
The corner of Fu Chengzhou's mouth curved slightly. "Next time, I'll have your mommy drink on your behalf."
Li Xingwan: "???"
There's no way she would drink! If both of them got drunk tonight, that would be quite a scene, wouldn't it?
"Let your daddy drink for you." Li Xingwan swiftly shifted the target, starting to encourage Little Mobao.
However, she immediately regretted her words after encouraging him. What would she do if Fu Chengzhou got hammered?
