However, Zhou Bo was worried when he saw that Su Qing had almost finished unloading the things in the car and still did not see the wine jar. His eyebrows and the corners of his mouth drooped. He lowered his head dejectedly, feeling highly wronged.
Su Qing couldn't help but laugh when she saw Zhou Bo like this. This old brat would feel uncomfortable if he didn't drink for a day. She walked up to Zhou Bo and whispered,
"Martial Uncle, wait in the room. I'll send you ten jars of wine in a while."
"Really? Qing girl, you can't deceive the old man."
Zhou Bo's eyes lit up as soon as he heard that. His eyebrows were raised, and the corners of his mouth curled up. He was smiling like a happy Maitreya Buddha.
"That won't happen."
