Qing Yi really didn't know what else to say to him, "Stay away from Xiaoguai from now on, the Third Young Master is not just scaring you, he's truly angry."
"Can it really be that serious? It's just a cat, and he treasures it like that?"
"I'm not joking with you, if there's a next time, be careful or the Third Young Master might really break your legs."
"Pfft..." the drunkard didn't take it seriously.
"Drinking really does cause trouble," Qing Yi frowned as he looked at the drunkard, who couldn't be parted from his liquor.
"If you could give up drinking, I would just..."
Before Qing Yi could finish, the drunkard cut him off, "That's like asking for my life."
"Is liquor that important to you?"
"Burp..." the drunkard let out a hiccup, grinned at Qing Yi and said, "Without liquor, I can't live."
Qing Yi was silent...
Wen Xiao'ai, who had never drunk before, got utterly drunk after a few sips, due to curiosity and the drunkard's coaxing.
