His Majesty took the lead and everyone started to stumble as they drank late into the night.
The corner of Lu Liangwei's lips twitched as she looked at the empty vats of wine piled up on the ground.
This was truly a group of drunkards.
Even Lu Tingchen, who held his liquor quite well, was a little tipsy. He hugged Chu Jiu and chuckled. "Why do you look so unhappy, Jiu?"
Jiu darted a quick look at him and pushed him away. He was destined to sleep on the floor tonight.
Lu Xue saw the thick disdain in her mother's eyes and felt worried for her father.
Before her father hugged Chu Jiu again, she quickly took his arm. "You're drunk, Father. We should hurry home. It's getting late. Great-grandmother, Grandfather, and Grandmother would be worried."
Lu Tingchen lowered his head and stared at her little face. He reached out to rub her head and hugged her. "Jiu, when did you turn so small?"
Lu Xue, "…"
