Zhao Xiumei covered her mouth and smiled.

She really didn't mean to do it, she just blurted out the name of the person closest to her subconsciously.

"Aunt Zhao is right. The first thirty years are about the father respecting the son, and the last thirty years are about the son respecting the father.

My son is promising and has surpassed me, and I am really happy from the bottom of my heart."

Zhang Xiangnan is an open-minded person. He will sincerely congratulate his comrades when they make achievements and get promoted, and he will not be jealous of his own son.

"Brother Xiaoguang, don't forget what you promised us."

The fat boy was afraid that Zhang Shuguang would forget about it after drinking.

"Don't worry, I won't forget it."

Zhang Shuguang rarely gets drunk and his brain and nervous system have never suffered any damage. He just can't control his body, but his mind is still clear.

He knew that the fat boy was talking about the little mousedeer, and since he had promised, he would not let the children down.

"What's going on? Why are you so mysterious?"

Cao Guangming asked his son.

"A secret, I won't tell you. You can't do it anyway if I tell you."

Thinking of his father who returned empty-handed in the morning, the fat boy felt that it would be more reliable to ask Brother Xiaoguang for help.

After everyone dispersed, Su Hong hurried to take care of her son and handed the task of cleaning up the mess to Zhang Xiangnan and Li Lixin.

"Son, let me help you lie down and make you some honey water. These people are really rude. They let a child drink so much alcohol."

Su Hong looked at her son's flushed face and staggering body, and she felt so distressed.

"Wife, my daughter is not acting right today. Did you really not scold her? She is grown up now and knows how to save face. You can't scold her like you did before."

The couple lay in bed, but Zheng Zheng was still worried.