Alcohol allergy, how could that be possible?
Everybody knows how much Huzi can drink, and it's not his first time drinking. How could he possibly be allergic to alcohol?
"My Huzi can drink a thousand cups without falling, how could he possibly be allergic to alcohol? You two must have done something to Huzi," Grandma Zhao insisted with certainty that Su Xiaofeng and the other person were responsible for what happened to Huzi.
Listening to Grandma Zhao's accusations, Su Xiaofeng's expression was unreadable, "He's tall and strong, reeking of alcohol, what could I possibly do to him? I'm curious, though, what did he just try to do to me? Luckily, there are two of us. If I were alone, wouldn't I be wronged without any chance to clear my name?"
If the other party hadn't tried to hit her, she wouldn't have fought back.
Unable to hear what Su Xiaofeng was saying, Zhao Hu scratched himself frantically, feeling itchiness all over his body: "Mom, I can't take it anymore, it's so itchy."
