"Little Fang, have a drink." As Li Haisheng spoke, he placed a wine glass in front of Fangzheng.
Fangzheng hurriedly shook his head and said, "Mr. Li, I'm sorry. I don't drink alcohol. I've never drunk, and can't drink."
Li Haisheng frowned and said, "How can a man not drink alcohol? Come, come! Don't stand on ceremony! You can drink without worries. This is your home, not your company. Have some alcohol. Xueying won't reprimand you."
Li Haisheng had always treated Fangzheng as Li Xueying's assistant. After all, every time Li Xueying returned, she would bring an assistant or bodyguard.
As time passed, he got used to it.
Fangzheng hurriedly rejected it. Drinking? He was indeed hoping to try it. However, as a monk, he had basically cut ties with it.
Therefore, Fangzheng shook his head repeatedly and declined politely.
Li Haisheng, on the other hand, was afraid of being a bad host, so he kept persuading him.
