Baili Changhuan was like seeing a savior, and he gulped down the wine, trying to wash away the strange taste.

He didn't need Gu Xingyun's persuasion at all, and drank the second and third cups on his own initiative.

Yan Huailiu finally let go of his worries and silently counted the time it took for his unlucky junior brother to lie down.

Baili Changhuan's facial features were distorted. He pushed the plate in front of him forward and stared at Gu Xingyun with wide eyes. The meaning of his question was extremely obvious.

However, there was no response, only the appearance of his nephew lowering his head and trying not to laugh.

"Dog Dong..."

"Bang--"

Before he could finish a word, Baili Changhuan collapsed on the table and lost consciousness.

Gu Xingyun was stunned and pushed him hard: "Junior Master?"

Yan Huailiu, who had been sitting there the entire time without picking up his chopsticks or holding his wine glass, breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly.

He poked Baili Changhuan in a puzzled manner and said, "Changhuan? What's wrong with him? Is his alcohol tolerance so low? We prepared a whole table of food, but he only took one bite."

Gu Xingyun paused, thought of a possibility, and felt a little worried.

Could it be that he was poisoned by something Master made?

Why is Junior Master's stomach so delicate?

He picked up the dish that Baili Changhuan had eaten earlier and took a bite. Then he lowered his head and drank a glass of wine, helping to make an excuse: "Master, Junior Uncle must have drunk too much and fell asleep."

Forget it, let him get the master drunk himself, and then wake up the junior uncle after it’s over.

Yan Huailiu glanced at his cup and said, "It's good to be young. You can fall asleep right away."

What's going on?

Why didn’t Gu Xingyun react?