Chapter 8 (1/2)

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Li Jinyao frowned. “You’re really getting increasingly bolder.”

Song Yunque took a sip of red wine and said casually, “With Grandpa Mo backing me up, what’s there to be afraid of? Besides, we’re also thinking of Fourth Brother’s lifelong happiness. Right, Third Brother?”

“Yeah.”

Lu Cong nodded with a smile.

While the two of them were chatting, Li Jinyao suddenly stood up. “I have something to do. I’ll get going first.”

“No way, Second Brother. You’re actually leaving at this critical juncture? How are we going to get Fourth Brother drunk without you?”

Song Yunque got anxious.

Li Jinyao patted his shoulder. “Good luck!”

After saying this perfunctorily, he left faster than anyone else.

Song Yunque couldn’t help but wail. “This is bad. The one who can hold his liqour the best ran away! Third Brother, what should we do?”

Lu Cong adjusted the glasses on his nose bridge and said casually, “Drug him.”

“Drug him? Oh yeah!”

Realization dawned on Song Yunque, and he smiled particularly happily at Lu Cong. “Third Brother, I didn’t expect you, a medical sage, to do such a despicable thing. We’re indeed biological brothers.”

Lu Cong: “Ha. Ha.”

My family doesn’t carry such a stupid and cute gene.

Half an hour later, Mo Shiting appeared with a cold aura.

When he saw that only Lu Cong and Song Yun Que were in the private room and that Gu Li was nowhere to be seen, he raised an eyebrow. “Where is she?”

Song Yunque didn’t answer his question. “Second Brother just left because he had something to do, and Big Brother didn’t come.”

Mo Shiting narrowed his sharp eyes. “Think carefully before you answer me.”

Song Yunque instantly cowered and admitted his mistake. “Fourth Brother, I was wrong. Fourth Sister-in-Law isn’t here. I shouldn’t have tricked you into coming.”

With that, he immediately sent a distress signal to Lu Cong.

Lu Cong tried to smooth things over with a smile. “It’s been hard to see you recently, so we had no choice but to call you out like this. We’ll punish ourselves with three glasses of alcohol later as an apology. What do you think?”

Hearing this, Mo Shiting then stopped finding trouble with Song Yunque.

He strode over to the two of them and sat down. He then poured the alcohol into a glass and drank it.

He drank glass after glass, looking as if he wasn’t going to stop until he was drunk. The two people with ulterior motives were almost dumbfounded.

That’s strange. Doesn’t he usually stop after getting a taste of it?

Why is he so abnormal today?

Then should we still drug him or not?