"Since you've already had a drink, Qin brother, I'll have one too!" He Fusheng tilted his head back and emptied his cup of wine, "Good wine!"
"Then let's have a few more drinks!" Qin Jian personally refilled He Fusheng's cup, "Today, let's drink to our heart's content! We won't leave until we're drunk!"
An Hao watched Qin Jian drink cup after cup, knowing very well that he was also having a hard time.
Their son was only five years old, just brought back a few days ago, and now had to be sent away again.
As the child's father, it's natural that he wouldn't feel comfortable.
"Qin Jian..." An Hao gently patted him, "Our son is going to stay for a while, we're considering his health."
Qin Jian turned his head, with slightly red eyes glistening with tears. He smiled and said in a deep voice, "I know! I'm not sad!"
An Hao reached out to wipe away the tears at the corner of his eye, "The child will grow up one day!"
