When he heard that Wuyan actually wanted to drink, Yang Yan looked at her as if he was looking at an alien.
Wuyan smiled and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing, I just didn't expect you to be able to drink."
Wuyan raised an eyebrow and slightly tilted her head:
"Hmph! Underestimated me, didn't you? One of my previous part-time jobs was working as a server at a bar over there! You don't know how annoying those lousy men were, trying every trick to get me to drink."
"At first, I didn't drink, but later they offered 100 yuan per glass, and I made quite some money then! My drinking skills are great."
"Haha, is that so?"
Yang Yan said with a smile.
For some reason, he was quite willing to hear about Wuyan's memories, full of hardship, yet brimming with youthful stubbornness and strength.
"Please drop the 'is that so'! Thanks! I'm serious, I'm really good at drinking,"
Wuyan said very seriously.
Soon, the waiter brought over two bottles of beer.