"What's good for us to drink?" Yan Ye knew that his alcohol tolerance was poor.
In front of Lin Qiushu, he didn't want to drink too much and embarrass himself.
"Of course we must drink. My father has a bad heart, and you've been taking care of him all these years. Isn't that a very important reason?" Qin Jian asked.
"Yes."
"Come on, to express my gratitude. Let's take one," Qin Jian took the lead and picked up his glass.
"Why take just one? If we're doing it, let's do three," Ning Yibin said from the side.
"Did you hear that? Three! Would you dare to disobey the Commander's orders?" Qin Jian shook his glass.
Yan Ye reluctantly picked up his glass: "How could I not obey the Commander's orders! Let's go, three!"
But before his glass even reached his lips, he heard a bang on the table.
Yan Luquan slapped the table: "Five!"
Yan Ye almost spilled his drink from the shock, really wanting to ask: Is this even my real dad?
