"Brother, tell me, who did this?" The fire Qi in Wang Xiaoqiang's heart flared up again.
"Little Qiang, don't worry about this anymore. I've already found someone..." Wang Dali clenched his teeth.
Just then, Little Dao returned, carrying cooked foods like roast chicken and duck, as well as three bottles of Beijing Erguotou. Wang Dali said, "Come on, Little Qiang, it's been years since we brothers have seen each other. Let's drink to our heart's content today..."
Little Dao arranged the drinks and dishes, poured wine for the two brothers, and was about to leave when Wang Dali said, "Little Dao, sit down too."
Little Dao sat down, the three clinked glasses, and began to drink.
Wang Dali was still as ferocious a drinker as he used to be, probably due to some agitation, he chugged more than half a bottle right off the bat. Authentic Beijing Erguotou, over sixty degrees strong, the liquor was fierce, and Wang Dali felt overwhelmed by the alcohol, his eyes becoming bleary.
