"Chu Tian, I want to drink... Will you keep me company?"
What in the world? Drink? What kind of drink?
"No way, don't even think about it."
"Why? Aren't you the one who loves drinking the most? I haven't had a drink in a long time. Can't you just have one with me?"
What could Chu Tian say? Could he admit that he hated drinking the most?
His predecessor was undoubtedly a drunkard, but he himself wasn't. In his past life, he could handle his liquor well and had a high tolerance, yet he simply disliked drinking. Whether it was beer, spirits, red wine, imported liquor, or even cocktails, pre-mixed concoctions, and a whole host of other miscellaneous drinks—there wasn't a single one he liked. Yellow wine was somewhat tolerable; the only alcoholic beverage he could genuinely enjoy was probably sweet rice wine. Why drink for no reason? He wouldn't touch alcohol unless absolutely forced to, so he refused without a second thought.
"No drinking. What's so good about alcohol?"
