Zhu Bufan stood up and said, "Uncle Zhan, Dragon Brother and I were just playing around, having a friendly exchange. Although Dragon Brother got drunk, we drank very happily without any friction. You don't need to worry too much. Dragon Brother just needs to rest a bit and he'll be fine."
See, Dragon Brother has drunk himself to a stupor, like a dead dog. Yet Bufan remains unfazed, not blushing, not out of breath, eyes not wandering, not irritated—his heroic spirit remains undiminished! Even the "rosy color" on his face has mysteriously faded at this moment. He is not drunk at all.
"Did you drink all these wines?" Zhan Yucheng's face also showed a slight change of expression.
"I drank too, I drank too," Zhan Feihuang hurriedly chimed in, "Dad, I just had four bottles of beer. I was drinking on behalf of my brother. That's right, isn't it?"
