"Even if you can handle your liquor, no white liquor for you. You have work tomorrow!" Mi Jing objected. She knew that Han Bin could also drink a lot. He was the type who wouldn't stop until everyone else was drunk before he was satisfied. An absolute handful!
"What? Feeling sorry for him? It's just a little white liquor. You don't need to get so worked up about it. It's not like I'm pushing him into a pit of fire." Han Bin glanced at Mi Jing, complaining coldly.
"What do you know?" Mi Jing rolled her eyes at Han Bin and said, "He's a doctor, not suitable for heavy drinking!"
"Hmm, very nice, like a virtuous wife." Han Bin looked at the mildly angry and aggrieved Mi Jing and suddenly smiled. However, his smile carried no warmth or joy, only a hint of sarcasm and coldness. Then he added, "Can you change your habit of always thinking about others? It's pointless worrying constantly!"
