"Dad..." Zhou Xinyao stood by the table, seeing the crooked empty bottles next to him, and snatched the cup from Zhou Jingxian's hand, "Drinking hurts the liver, didn't you always dislike drinking?"
They truly were father and daughter, using the exact same method to drown their sorrows.
Zhou Jingxian looked up at her, his eyes bloodshot, "It's Yaoyao. Why did you go to Achen's to sleep yesterday? Are you tired of having an old father like me who is incompetent, and will only rely on your cousin in the future?"
"Dad, you're drunk! You're speaking nonsense." Zhou Xinyao tried to help him up, but realized she couldn't manage it on her own, so she had to let him continue leaning crookedly on the chair.
