"Hah, an alcohol allergy can be fatal, Granny, do you want me to die?" Xiao Yifei stared at the old woman and spoke word by word. On the surface, he was saying this, but in fact, Xiao Yifei was implying something.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, the old woman holding the wine glass paused immediately. After a long while, she awkwardly said, "How could that be? Since you can't drink, I won't force you." Saying this, she put down the wine glass, but the unwillingness on her face was crystal clear to Xiao Yifei.
"What is it, Granny, do you feel it's a waste? You look unhappy, why don't you drink it yourself? It would be a pity to waste it," Xiao Yifei said with a sly smile. Hearing this, the old woman's face darkened, and she quickly waved her hand, "No need, no need."
