While saying this, Nangong Ming rubbed his slightly stuffy head with force. Good grief, he thought, I drank so much last night with no issue, but today, after just a few glasses, my head is this heavy. What kind of liquor did Ye Mu Fan prepare? It's so potent!
Whatever, he thought, it doesn't matter. It's Ye Mu Fan's place, perfectly safe. So what the hell, he decided to keep drinking. He reached out habitually to grab the cup for another gulp. This time, however, the cup was empty. No one had refilled his drink. The cup... was empty!
"Where's the liquor? Ye Mu Fan invites us to celebrate with drinks, and we don't even get our fill?"
"It's not the groom who won't let you drink; it's me who won't let you drink!"
Before Ye Mu could speak up, Bai Xuan swiftly took away the cup that was within his reach, "Drink any more, and you'll be drunk. Can't you stop making a scene?"
