"Mr. Li, I won't say thank you for your great kindness, please drink this cup!"
Yan Jiuling tilted his head back and drank the wine in his cup, downing several cups in succession, his cheeks already flushed.
He raised his hand to pour more wine, his fingertips trembling slightly, almost spilling the liquid.
Li Yan saw this and promptly held down his wrist, taking the wine jar aside, and said with a smile:
"Brother Yan, there's no need for formality between us. If you keep drinking, you might get drunk and collapse in this inn."
"It's not just formality..."
Yan Jiuling sighed deeply, his gaze falling on the Bodhi Wood outside the window, his voice low and somber: "My father was afraid of disturbing my mind and kept the situation at home hidden. It's laughable that I was completely unaware, traveling and sightseeing without a care. If it weren't for Mr. Li's intervention, I fear..."
