Zhao Dazhuang was in high spirits, talking especially a lot. Holding his wine glass, he first had two drinks with Shi Yang's father, then held his glass and, across the table, toasted Shi Yang.
Shi Yang hurriedly took off his disposable gloves, filled his own glass with wine, and when clinking glasses, persistently kept his rim lower than Zhao Dazhuang's.
Zhao Dazhuang was slightly tipsy, his voice growing louder: "Yangyang, you have promise, great promise, and you're bound to grow even more successful in the future."
Zhao Dazhuang turned and patted Shi Yang's father on the shoulder, praising him like a brother: "Old Shi! You're so lucky to have such an outstanding son! Blessings indeed!"
Shi Yang's father was beaming at the praise, humbly saying, "He's not as great as you say!"
Zhao Dazhuang, as if showing off his own son, praised Shi Yang: "How is he not?! With our Yangyang's looks and abilities, handsome and wealthy, he'll definitely marry a movie star in the future!"
