And An Zhiyu remained silent the whole time, even when Ning Xue suffered, he seemed like an outsider, pouring his own drinks.
An Yiran noticed An Zhiyu had drank quite a bit tonight and quietly grasped his hand, "Drinking too much is harmful, if Auntie finds out, she will blame me for not taking good care of you!"
An Zhiyu gave a bitter smile, "Do you have to manage everything? Aren't you tired?"
His tone clearly showed long-standing frustration. An Yiran, afraid he would create unpleasantness here, whispered, "If you're unhappy, we brothers can drink till we drop in private, but for now, do me a favor and stop drinking!"
An Zhiyu's mouth twisted in irony as he put down his wine glass, agreeing not to drink any more.
