"Lu Huai'an... you bastard... bastard... I really hate you... What's so nerve-wracking about singing a song... It's my birthday today, eighteen! How can you do this... hey hey hey! Jiang Muzhou, give me back the wine..."
The voice was muddled and chaotic, obviously already quite drunk.
Jiang Muzhou was sweating from the ruckus, quietly took the unsteady phone from Lin Chu's hand, patiently coaxing her, "Ancestor, just lean there and don't move, I'll get you a tastier drink."
So drunk she couldn't even count to five, he had nowhere to curse even if he wanted to utter a 'damn it'.
The ancestor obviously didn't believe him, "…Really?"
"If I'm lying, I'm a dog."
Lin Chu lay on the table, eyes closed and waved her hand, "Hurry up... and come back quickly."
Jiang Muzhou patted his chest to assure her.
