Shi Yang tidied himself up, glanced at the two fathers sitting across, already drunk and dizzy, and held Zhao Meimei's hand under the table, softly comforting, "It's okay, don't be afraid."
Zhao Meimei just sat there blankly, without making a sound.
Shi Yang gently pressed Zhao Meimei's hand back, "Meimei?"
Zhao Meimei: "Hmm?"
Shi Yang asked with some concern, "Meimei, are you okay?"
Zhao Meimei looked up at Shi Yang, their eyes met, and Zhao Meimei's youthful face instantly reddened as if painted with a layer of rouge, and she blurted out a nonsensical remark, "Bro, you've really grown so big!"
Shi Yang was caught off guard by her silly comment, momentarily stunned, then suddenly spat out a mouthful of saliva, laughing wildly and muffled, "Puhahaha."
Only then did Zhao Meimei realize what she had just said, turning even redder, her head felt weighed down like a brick had been placed on it, refusing to lift.
