"Chen Shimei, you heartless man! Despite Qin Xianglian's deep love for you, you've actually abandoned your wife and child?" At this moment, Zhao Yating also suddenly pointed at Hao Jian, her pretty eyes filled with anger, glistening with tears.
Hao Jian, with a face full of despair, howled, "Can we please not play role-playing?"
"Zhao Gao, you dead eunuch!" Su Xinya also pointed at Hao Jian and cursed angrily.
"Enough already, you didn't even drink!" Hao Jian roared back, considering Zhao Yating and Che Xiaoxiao's drunken antics tolerable, but Su Xinya hadn't touched a drop—was she pretending to be drunk to scold him?
"Oh." Su Xinya pouted slightly, realizing she had missed an important step; she then snatched the red wine from Zhao Yating's hand, gulped down several mouthfuls, and then looked at Hao Jian somewhat sheepishly, "Now, can I scold you?"