Zhu Yan suddenly dared not speak anymore, covered his mouth with his hand, and smiled foolishly, indicating he wouldn't speak again.
Fang Yi put down his chopsticks, lit a cigarette, and gently tapped the table with his knuckles. The sound attracted Pei Mingyuan's attention, and he couldn't help but look over.
Fang Yi grinned, "Uncle, since you've got time on your hands, why don't you come over and have a drink with us? With just the two of us, drinking can be pretty dull. Why don't you come and share some stories with us?"
Pei Mingyuan hesitated for a moment, glanced at Fang Yi whose face was smiling, and finally walked over.
Fang Yi sat inside against the wall, and Pei Mingyuan sat down beside him. Fang Yi glanced at Zhu Yan who was keeping his mouth shut, not daring to say a word. Fang Yi immediately understood, quickly got up to get a wine glass and a pair of chopsticks, and hurriedly poured wine for Pei Mingyuan.
