Meng Jiangwan had already gone upstairs halfway through the drinking session between the two men and now, smelling the alcohol, she couldn't help but frown.
"How come you drank so much?"
"Well, it's been a long time since I last saw my cousin-in-law, right? Today was a rare chance to meet up, so we drank to our hearts' content—"
Fan Zhizhang, though he had also drunk a lot, wasn't as muddled as Zhang Erche, who was now clearly confused.
"You've only had a few drinks and you can't even stand steady."
Fan Zhizhang, sitting on the sofa, tugged at the corner of his mouth, jokingly mocking as his gaze fell on the three people entering the door, and he subdued a bit when he noticed Tang Wenhuo's arrival.
Zhang Zhi knew all about her brother's character.
Always a partier, more than twenty years ago when he was twenty, one could at least call him a playboy, but now he's just becoming seedier with age, especially when drunk.
