"Never mind," Su Lu could not bear to be too harsh, so she gave him a sidelong glance, "I see you just want to trick me into giving you my drink."
Because his stomach was not good and he had a son who nagged all day long, Bo Jingshen had restrained himself and had not drunk much alcohol for a long time.
Alcohol is a strange thing—when you have to drink for social obligations, just thinking about it makes you nauseous.
But if it's not for social obligations, having a little drink occasionally is quite pleasant, and if you haven't drunk in a while, you find yourself missing it.
Bo Jingshen was now missing it, and Su Lu saw right through him.
"Do I need to..." Bo Jingshen said weakly.
Su Lu nodded seriously, "Yes, you do. Your limit today is just the amount in this cup, and once you finish it, that's the end."
Bo Jingshen was startled, "Huh? You should have told me earlier, I would have savored it."
