Tang Junhe did not resist and agreed obediently.

Song Zhi and Tang Xue clinked their glasses with Tang's mother, and she took a sip of the red wine in the glass. The mellow wine went down her throat, causing a pink cloud to appear on her cheeks.

Song Zhi can drink quite well.

But I don’t know if it was because the red wine was too strong today, or because I was too happy, but I got drunk after drinking just a little.

Tang Xue was surprised to see Song Zhi fall down drunk so quickly.

"Is Song Zhi's alcohol tolerance really that bad? Not really, right?"

Tang Junhe looked down at Song Zhi, who was drunk and lying on the table in a daze, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Song Zhi is particularly cute when he is drunk. He has lost his usual cleverness and looks a little silly.

Her little face was very red, like a ripe apple.

"She's never been a good drinker."

Tang Junhe couldn't help laughing when he recalled that in Anyang County, Song Zhi would almost always get drunk whenever he drank.

But she had never drunk like this before.

Today should be because I am really happy.

Thinking of this, the smile on his lips widened a lot.

"How can we send her home when she's so drunk?"

Tang Mu said distressedly.

"Their home is too far from here."

Tang Xue was also a little worried.

The most important thing is how they should explain to Song Anshan.

"Let's take her home first." In the end, it was Tang Junhe who made the final decision. He stood up, bent down, and picked up the drunk and asleep Song Zhi by the waist, and then said to Tang's mother.

"Mom, give Uncle Song a call."