"If that's what you think, I have no objections,"
Zhou Yuwen certainly wouldn't be provoked by Zheng Yanyan. Why would they need to drink when it was hard enough just getting out for a meal? Moreover, there was military training the next day—who would drink?
"It's not like that, Zhou. You're not training tomorrow, so at least have a couple of drinks with Yanyan. We're not really boozing it up, just two drinks,"
Seeing Zheng Yanyan looking unhappy, Chang Hao immediately started joking around, opening a beer and talking to Zhou Yuwen.
Zhou Yuwen didn't want to drink, but Chang Hao put on such a humble attitude and whispered to Zhou Yuwen, "Come on, Zhou, do it as a favor for me, okay?"
As he spoke, he bowed his head in a gesture of respect. After all, they were roommates for two lifetimes, and Zhou Yuwen wasn't someone who couldn't touch a drop of alcohol. Seeing Chang Hao like this, he allowed Chang Hao to pour him a glass.
