Xi Luo rolled her eyes, "Mom, he doesn't need to..."
"Eat your steak." Mother Xi scolded, then smiled amiably at Zong Zhan, "You young people, it's your first time venturing into business, inevitably lacking experience. We're all family, so don't be too formal with us."
Zong Zhan thanked, and cleverly replied, "I certainly won't be formal. By then, I'll need Uncle and Auntie's valuable guidance."
Xi Luo nudged him with her knee, turning her head to say, "Are you addicted to pretending?"
"Not pretending." The scent of wine still lingered on Zong Zhan's lips as he whispered playfully by the woman's ear, "It's from the heart."
Xi Luo swallowed, "Drink a little less. Don't expect me to take care of you if you get drunk."
"When have I ever asked you to take care of me?" Zong Zhan held her hand under the table, "I'm aware enough of my own limits."
Xi Luo leaned her shoulder closer to him, "You make it sound like I've mistreated you. Do you want..." face.
