Ji Xingguo already knew about Lei Tingjun's family background. He asked this question simply to see what Lei Tingjun's mindset was.

If he avoids talking about his inferiority complex, or if he belittles himself and talks big, it means that deep down he has not yet escaped the influence of his family environment.

The fact that he can talk about the past so openly shows that his mind and thinking have already moved ahead.

All his past experiences have become the nourishment he has accumulated in his present state. Only when a man can calmly look back on the past can he truly be considered mature and responsible.

Ji Xingguo never showed it outwardly, but inwardly he was quite satisfied with the simple reaction of being tired.

He raised his glass: "Hmm, children from poor families learn to be independent early. Come on, raise your glass."

Lei Tingjun readily agreed and raised his glass in a toast: "I'd like to toast you."

Ji Wanmei also put down her chopsticks and came over to join in the fun.

Ji Xingguo and Lei Tingjun were both heavy drinkers; they could down a one- or two-ounce glass in one gulp.

Ji Wanmei brought the wine glass to her nose and smelled it. The wine, made from Yangmei Mountain infused liquor, smelled slightly fruity and sweet. She didn't think it smelled bad, so she tentatively took a sip with the tip of her tongue.

It seemed to have a slightly spicy and sweet aftertaste, so Ji Wanmei decisively picked it up, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

When the liquor slid down her throat, she experienced the burning sensation and began to cough incessantly.

Seeing how bold she was on her first time drinking, before Ji Xingguo could even say anything, Lei Tingjun became anxious.

"Meimei, you don't drink alcohol, don't drink so fast. Your body's organs aren't used to it, and you might have an allergic reaction." Lei Tingjun quickly grabbed a tissue to help her vomit, patted her back, and handed her water.

Ji Xingguo, a loving father, got up and got halfway through his journey, but Lei Tingjun had already done everything he wanted to do.

He was half-standing, half-standing, stuck in his seat with his hand outstretched halfway up in the air. Looking at his daughter and Lei Tingjun, he felt like an unwanted outsider, completely unable to help.

Ji Wanmei took a sip of tea, paused for a while, then frowned, waved her hand, and stuck out her tongue, saying, "This baijiu smells good, but tastes terrible."

Lei Tingjun couldn't help but chuckle, but he couldn't bear to scold her. He simply said, "Who told you to drink it all in one gulp? Alright, don't drink any more today. Eat more."

Ji Wanmei was dizzy and delicate from the effects of a glass of wine. She was too lazy to even move her chopsticks and directly ordered him, "I want to eat that fish fillet. Get it for me."

"Okay, I'll get you some." Lei Tingjun always granted her requests.

The way the two acted as if no one else was around made Ji Xingguo's eyes widen.

Ji Xingguo: "..."