"Lao San, for so many years, the Yan Family has relied on you. I understand this in my heart, but you know what kind of person I am... You are the most promising one in our Yan Family, and we’ll all be counting on you in the future..." Yan Guobai started rambling after drinking too much alcohol.
Yan Nanmo remained expressionless.
"This here is Mr. Han, he works at the Audit Bureau now, and I and his father... have a life-and-death friendship."
Yan Guobai pointed at a young man in his twenties across the table as he spoke.
The young man smiled and nodded at Yan Nanmo, occasionally showing a glint in his eyes.
A life-and-death friendship? More like drinking buddies.
"Mr. Yan, I toast to you. I hope you can offer more guidance in the future..." He said, raising his glass towards Yan Nanmo.
Yan Guobai gave a wink, and the maid beside them imdiately refilled Yan Nanmo’s glass.
Yan Nanmo glanced at the glass, then looked at the two people sitting opposite him.
With a smile, Han Bing said, "Mr. Yan, won’t you even give this face?"
"Lao San, it’s just a glass of wine, give your Fourth Uncle so face." Yan Guobai said.
Yan Nanmo picked up his glass and smiled, "This face, naturally, I must give..."
He pretended to raise the glass, and Yan Guobai squinted his eyes as he watched.
"Fourth Master..." A coquettish voice suddenly ca from outside the room.
Yan Guobai suddenly turned his head to look, and Han Bing’s eyes were drawn to the voice as well.
A charming woman walked in, indeed more beautiful than a flower, and Han Bing’s eyes lit up.
Yan Guobai frowned, "Why are you here?" Turning his head back, he saw Yan Nanmo’s glass was already empty, his eyebrows raised in satisfaction, and he stood up to help Li Xiaoxiao.
"Third Master is also here." Li Xiaoxiao greeted Yan Nanmo politely when she saw him.
Yan Nanmo glanced at her lightly, his attitude distant.
Li Xiaoxiao didn’t mind, smiling as she sat beside Yan Guobai.
"Madam is elegant and gentle, Fourth Old Master is truly blessed." Han Bing complinted discreetly.
Yan Guobai laughed happily, his arm around Li Xiaoxiao’s shoulder.
"Let pour you all so wine." Li Xiaoxiao said, taking the wine jug from the maid and gently filling everyone’s glasses.
When she was about to pour for Yan Nanmo, his hand covered the glass lightly, "No need." he said.
Li Xiaoxiao said with grievance, "Third Master, give so face..."
Yan Nanmo said coldly, "I can’t handle alcohol well. Better not waste this fine Moutai."
Li Xiaoxiao pouted and glanced at Yan Guobai, her eyes seeming to say, what an unappreciative man.
Yan Guobai soothingly patted her shoulder, turned to Yan Nanmo, "Lao San, what do you an? Are you dissatisfied with or with Xiaoxiao?"
"Fourth Uncle, you’re overthinking..."
"I suppose Third Master truly can’t handle alcohol, I overreacted..." Li Xiaoxiao consoled.
Yan Guobai was sowhat displeased but did not say more.
Seeing another stranger’s gaze occasionally falling on her, Li Xiaoxiao showed a hint of disgust in her eyes.
Yan Nanmo suddenly pinched his brow, frowning slightly.
"Lao San, what’s wrong?" Yan Guobai asked with concern.
"It’s nothing..." Yan Nanmo replied blandly.
"Quick, get Lao San so tea, I didn’t know you couldn’t hold your liquor now, just one glass and you couldn’t handle it. If I had known, I wouldn’t have forced you earlier..." Yan Guobai sighed as he said.
The maid imdiately carried the teapot over to pour tea for Yan Nanmo.
"Let do it." Li Xiaoxiao naturally took the teapot.
The maid instinctively glanced at Yan Guobai, who slightly shook his head. The maid pursed her lips and stepped back.
Li Xiaoxiao poured tea into Yan Nanmo’s cup, gently saying, "Seems I really misunderstood Third Master earlier..."
But accidentally, she spilled tea onto Yan Nanmo’s clothes. Though not very hot, it left a mark on Yan Nanmo’s light gray coat.
Li Xiaoxiao quickly withdrew her hand, took a handkerchief, and began to wipe, "Sorry, Third Master... I didn’t an to..."
Yan Nanmo brushed her hand away, calmly saying, "It’s fine."
"Let accompany you to rinse it off, such a high-quality coat, it’d be a pity if it stained..."
Yan Guobai imdiately said, "You’re not well, better let the maid accompany him instead." Calling a maid waiting nearby, "You accompany Lao San."
The maid nodded in agreent, turning to look at Yan Nanmo.
Yan Nanmo frowned slightly, didn’t say anything, stood up to leave, but just as he stood, he suddenly swayed, his palm supporting the table to keep from collapsing.
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