"Why do you like drinking?" Qing Chen frowned and changed the subject: "A master caught in a crisis shouldn't indulge in alcohol."
"Ignorance can be bliss; being too clear-headed sometimes isn't good," said Jindai Yunlo as he got up to leave.
"But you can't get drunk," Qing Chen said, speechless.
Jindai Yunlo laughed and explained, "I'm just holding on with my willpower right now. When I get back to a safe place, I'll be drunk."
Qing Chen said calmly, "Boring."
Jindai Yunlo waved his hand as he walked out the door: "You don't drink, so of course you find it boring. But I don't mind, at the table, the sober one is the least happy."
Qing Chen sat in his seat, looking at the drunken people leaning in different directions.
Thinking to himself, he would be under the threat of Jindai Yunhe and Jindai Yunlo again, have to drink with them, deal with the mess, and also consider the organizational development of Parents' Meeting.
It's really hard for him.
