"Uncle, should I drive slower? You seem a bit uncomfortable."
On the other side, Gu Yu was driving while observing Lin Muqing's condition through the rearview mirror.
His future father-in-law indeed had drunk too much, and Gu Yu was afraid that driving too fast might make him feel nauseous and vomit.
But he had somewhat underestimated Lin Muqing's capacity for liquor; despite his face being completely flushed, Lin Muqing's mind was still fundamentally clear.
When he heard Gu Yu call him 'Uncle,' a wave of discontent rose in his heart.
He said with an unhappy tone, "Weren't you calling me 'father-in-law' at the table? How come it's 'Uncle' as soon as we leave the table?"
"What, do you think I, Old Lin, am not worthy of being your father-in-law?"
Lin Muqing glared at the back of Gu Yu's head, which Gu Yu could clearly see through the rearview mirror.
He gave an embarrassed smile and said, "Then, should I really start calling you 'father-in-law'?"
