If I had known, I would have brought red wine last time.
As I was contemplating, dish after dish was placed on the table. Once the last dish was served, Mao Jialan took off her apron and pulled out the chair next to Kangkang, smiling as she beckoned Xiang Yiqing, "Let's eat."
Xiang Yiqing nodded his head and reached for the chopsticks when Xin Hailong suddenly interrupted his movement, "Wait a moment."
Xiang Yiqing paused, glancing at Xin Hailong.
Xin Hailong was resting one hand on the table, while holding a wine glass up with the other, staring at him silently with pursed lips.
Xiang Yiqing understood what he meant and quickly picked up his own glass, which was filled with wine, courteously saying, "Uncle, I drove here, so I can't drink much."
His tone was sincere.
Xin Hailong's face darkened upon hearing this, frowning with displeasure, "A man who can't drink?"
His expression clearly said: How can you be with my daughter if you're this timid?
