What's that saying again?
A weasel wishing a chicken a Happy New Year, can't have good intentions.
"What's up."
Seeing several male comrades sitting still, Lan Peizhi said, "Weren't you all drinking quite happily earlier?"
Look.
The tension is palpable.
"That wine was free from the restaurant, it'd be a waste not to drink it."
Wu Guangjiang took on his elder's responsibility, mustered up the courage to speak.
"This wine, I specifically brought it."
Lan Peizhi's words were succinct and clear, indicating that drinking is not optional.
"...Well, Jiang, you're the host, you must drink first."
Wu Guangjiang stood up to grab the wine gourd.
Oh, damn.
Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel a black line appear on his forehead.
Sympathy is one thing, but each man for himself, heaven and earth combined would perish.
