What else can I say.

According to my old man's temper, this is considered gentle.

As long as he doesn't resort to violence directly, drinking is quite a good method. It's just that my old man is getting old and can't drink too much.

At midnight, my mom and I turned off the lights and sat in the living room, snacking on melon seeds and watching TV dramas. My dad quietly opened the door and entered the room.

The moment he entered, he was startled.

My dad patted his chest: "It's late at night, why aren't you sleeping yet?

"Xinxin has just been discharged from the hospital, how can she stay up late? Wife, why are you joining in the fun?"

I waved at him, smiling innocently.

My dad swallowed hard, then winked forcefully at my mom.

My mom coughed lightly, lowered her head, and continued munching on melon seeds.

I snorted coldly: "Who told you to go drinking? Don't you have any sense of responsibility for your own health and well-being?"

The 180-pound strong man trembled in fear.

He shakily said, "Daughter, I'm not that foolish, I drank very little. I praised him a lot and made him drink."

That's about right.

My dad slowly walked towards me and sat on the single sofa.

"I smell of smoke, keep your distance from me."

See, someone who cares about you will consider everything carefully.

I sighed: "What's the situation with Sun Wenle now?"