It was close to eleven at night when An Kexin returned home, unable to resist twitching her nose.
The air was filled with a faint intoxicating aroma of wine, but it wasn't the scent of wine grapes.
She took a few steps into the living room and saw An Weize calmly reading a document, unable to help herself she said, "Dad, did you finally give in and secretly drink the Maotai?"
"Didn't Lin Jie tell you that you can't drink spirits?"
Seeing An Kexin's puffed cheeks, An Weize put down the document in his hand and chuckled, "I would never joke with my own life; I still want to see you and Lin Jie's children being born, hear them call me grandpa."
Noticing An Kexin's bashful expression, he chuckled again and continued, "In the evening, Uncle Xian, Uncle Cui, and a few other old drinkers came over."
"They even brought a bottle of wine, saying it was an exchange, and insisted that I open one."
