"Senior..." Han Yan's face was a bit pale, suddenly regretting greeting him.
"Calling me 'Senior,' are you looking down on me?" Before Han Yan could finish speaking, the Old Drunkard interrupted him displeased.
"Uh, Old Drunkard, I have some important matters at home, how about we drink together another time?" Han Yan suddenly remembered that this old man hated being called 'Senior,' preferring to be called 'Old Drunkard' instead, so he quickly changed his words.
"Since you have matters at home, I won't force you to stay. Well, just have a couple of drinks with me first, then you can be on your way." Although the Old Drunkard said he wouldn't force him, he held onto Han Yan's arm, dragging him into a small roadside tavern.
"Alright then." Han Yan gave a helpless bitter smile. He knew long ago that encountering this Old Drunkard meant he wouldn't be leaving without having a few drinks, but fortunately, just a few wouldn't matter much.
