Fu Xiao clasped his hands over his throat, which was burning from the choking, coughing so hard his face turned crimson, and he looked at Fu Yanhe with an expression of shock and terror.
This great nephew of his actually dared to lay hands on him, his third uncle!
He was indeed his own uncle!
"It seems that third uncle is delighted, so happy that he can't even speak," Fu Yanhe said, his pale slender hand idly twirling the jade ring on his thumb. "In light of third uncle's happiness, Wu Fang, keep him company for a few more drinks."
Upon receiving the order, Wu Fang picked up a freshly opened bottle of liquor from the table and, under Fu Xiao's horrified gaze, thrust the bottle into his mouth.
Fu Xiao struggled desperately, his face smeared with tears and snot: "Mmmph! Fu Yanhe! I am your third… third uncle mmmph!"
The young people around them, seeing Fu Yanhe's fierce demeanor, grew even more frightened, drinking even more fiercely.
