As Xiao Mei took the phone to discuss the restaurant matters with Wang Xiaolong, next door, Li Qiao'er had already taken a seat at the dining table.
To better talk with Liang Xiangxiu, she had intentionally taken out a bottle of white liquor.
"Your injury hasn't healed yet, you can't drink alcohol," Liang Xiangxiu cautioned with unusual concern.
Li Qiao'er curled her lips into a smile, "It's okay, drinking a little can also help with blood circulation and removing blood stasis. Besides, after a narrow escape from death, I should celebrate a bit."
Yang Shoushan also passed her a bowl, "It's no fun drinking alone, let me join you for a bit."
"Dad, you really shouldn't drink with your condition."
"It's all the same now, what's there that I can or cannot do. I'd rather die sooner, to relieve some of the burden on you."
"You old geezer, we're finally having a nice meal together and feeling a bit happy, can you not keep talking about death and dying?"
