Seven hundred and sixty, impure thoughts

Seeing that Bai Tinggu really only poured a little bit of wine, Zhuo Luoluo frowned unhappily and asked, "Uncle, this wine smells so good, why are you only drinking a little bit of it?" She really didn't understand why her uncle would listen to this woman.

"This is medicinal wine, Luo Shu is a doctor," Bai Tinggu felt discontented with Zhuo Luoluo's behavior today as well.

"Oh!" Although Zhuo Luoluo was not convinced, she still nodded obediently, picked up a beverage from the table, and asked Lu Hanmo, "Do you want a soft drink? Or some alcohol?" Her tone was as natural as if they had known each other for a long time.

All the people present weren't fools; at this point, they had also noticed something was up.