Drank Wind Medicated Oil
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Bai Qingqing also tugged Curtis's clothes secretly, signaling for him not to drink recklessly with Daddy Bai.
Curtis was born to be a strong existence and had never been scared of anything. How could he possibly be scared of this cup of clear wine?
He patted the back of her hand under the table to console her, then picked up the wine cup again.
Bai Qingqing was really worried for Curtis. This wasn't the grape wine she had brewed, and its alcohol content was many times higher than the grape wine. If Curtis were to get drunk, it wouldn't be a fun sight to watch.
Bai Qingqing picked up some steamed fish with her chopsticks and put it into his bowl, putting on the pretense of a host being polite to their guest, smiling as she said, "Have some food."