"Hahaha, Tianxing, it seems you're not up to the task."
Lu Hongda laughed heartily and, looking at Lu Tianxing with a sigh, said: "Ah, it's been over twenty years. I still remember drinking like this with your father over twenty years ago, not stopping until we were drunk. But alas, your father was too stubborn, otherwise, he wouldn't have died."
Lu Tianxing's eyes flickered as he curiously asked: "Uncle, does that mean you and my dad had a good relationship?"
"Of course."
Lu Hongda poured himself another glass of wine. This time, he didn't clink glasses with Lu Tianxing but instead raised the glass and drank it in one go. Only then did he look at Lu Tianxing and say: "Tianxing, you know, you look a lot like your dad, but your personalities are completely different."
Lu Tianxing chuckled softly and said: "Uncle, why do you say that?"
"Because of the way you handle things."
