Mu Xiangwan smelled the alcohol on him and saw his silly smile, which made her even angrier, "Drinking, drinking, drinking! You can't even hold your liquor, and yet you always want to drink!"
The man's thin lips curved into a gentle smile, his sharp eyebrows and eyes filled with indulgence, "It's exactly because I can't hold my liquor that I'm taking the opportunity to practice. You didn't see today, even Qin Yuehua, who can drink a lot, was staggering into the bridal chamber... I can't be disgraceful like him when it's my turn, Zhang Yanjun and the others were dying of laughter!"
Listening to him, Mu Xiangwan felt even more infuriated. She was questioning him seriously, but he always managed to deflect the topic with such ease.
Holding back her embarrassment, she pretended to be even more fierce, "Stop rambling nonsense! I'm asking you, you knew Chun Tianle was coming, and yet you deliberately slipped away! Were you hoping that An'an would be taken away by him?"
