Yu Jinggang specially took out his long-treasured good wine. As he poured, he said, "You've really scored, this bottle was given to me by Old Qin last time. I've only drunk it once, and now it's your lucky day."
Yu Siqiao wasn't particularly interested in tobacco and alcohol, but upon hearing Yu Jinggang's words, he picked up the glass and sniffed it.
Yu Jinggang picked up his glass, first took a deep sniff, swirled it, tasted a sip, and with a satisfied face, he said, "You're going to be a husband and father soon. You need to temper your temper a bit. Don't lose your temper all the time. She's pregnant now, and Mr. Mo is getting on in years—you need to understand and help Shushu share some of the pressure."
Yu Siqiao nodded, "I understand that."
