Qin Nianqing arrived at the class gathering place, signed his name in front of the head teacher, and then walked aside to answer a call from Mu Qingji. He didn't know how aloof he was in the eyes of his classmates, but it didn't affect him at all.

"Well, I just finished signing in. I have to go to the class for a class meeting soon, and then I'll go get my clothes. I don't have classes in the afternoon. Yes, military training starts tomorrow."

Qin Nian listened to Mu Qingji's words, nodded and told him about his situation. Mu Qingji listened to Qin Nianqing's words and looked at the message he had sent before.

[FLY Guoguo]: Brother, I miss my dad a little bit. Let’s go back together tonight to have dinner with him, okay?

Mu Qingji turned his eyes away from the mobile phone screen, looked up at Qin Younian, who was sitting on the sofa in the compartment not far away, drinking red wine and chatting with his uncle. He sighed in his heart. This little fool must have been infected by the father-son relationship between Uncle Wu and his son, and felt guilty.

Mu Qingji knew that Uncle Wu was taking his son to pick up Qin Nianqing today. If Mu Qingji didn't agree, Uncle Wu wouldn't have had the chance to bring his son to Qin Nianqing. Uncle Wu said that Guoguo liked the kid very much. Although he felt a little jealous, he was not so petty as to do so.

"Guoguo, Dad is at my brother's place, do you want to talk to him on the phone?"

Mu Qingji thought about this and asked Qin Nianqing this question. Qin Nianqing was stunned for a moment after listening, and then said, "Hey? What is my dad doing at your place? Does he have a job?"

"No, he came to have a drink with my uncle." Mu Qingji said as he walked into the compartment. He emphasized, "He brought three bottles of red wine when he came, and he just called Father Song. Father Song and Uncle Qi should be on their way now."

"What? The doctor told him not to drink before, why didn't he listen!" Qin Nian listened to Mu Qingji's words and suddenly felt furious. He was so angry that he said, "Brother, hand the phone to my dad."

Mu Qingji knocked on the door of the compartment at this time, and pushed it open after getting permission. He didn't say anything, but handed the phone to Qin Younian directly, and glanced at the wine in his hand meaningfully, "Dad, Guoguo is looking for you."

Qin Younian paused when he heard what Mu Qingji said. He pointed at Mu Qingji with glaring eyes and gritting his teeth as if threatening. Then he took the phone and smiled brightly, "Hey, my dear son, what do you want to talk to Dad about?"

"Dad, have you been drinking secretly again?" Qin Nianqing didn't buy Qin Younian's tricks at all, and asked him with a cold face, "Do you want to bring Lian Qing's father and others to drink together? Dad, have you forgotten the doctor's advice?"

"Ah, this, this..." Qin Younian glared at Mu Qingji fiercely again, then turned around and quickly found words to fool Qin Nianqing, "My dear son, you have to believe in your father. How could your father lie to you? Dad just took a sip..."

"Dad, I'm going to be angry if you keep doing this," Qin Nianqing felt that her father was trying to perfunctorily deal with her, and suddenly felt angry and sad, "How can I feel at ease if you don't take good care of yourself?"

"Oh my, Daddy was wrong, dear son, don't be angry. It's okay for Daddy not to drink," Qin Younian listened to Qin Nianqing's words and felt that he was about to cry. He felt distressed and immediately pushed the glass away. When he spoke, his voice was very gentle, "Daddy will take you to eat delicious food tonight, dear son, don't be angry."

Chu Jinhan sat next to him, drinking and watching Qin Younian coaxing people, with a smile on his lips. He was thinking about how to mock Qin Younian after he finished the call, when the wine glass in his hand was snatched away. He was stunned for a moment, looked over, and found that Mu Qingji was holding his glass of red wine and pouring it into the potted plant by the door without mercy. He was completely stunned.

"Mu Qingji, you prodigal son, this is 1985 red wine!" Chu Jinhan stood up and wanted to kick Mu Qingji away, but he didn't care about anything else. He hugged the two unopened bottles of wine and hid aside with the opened one. "You prodigal son, your uncle is in good health and doesn't need to quit drinking. Please stay away from my wine."

Mu Qingji looked at Chu Jinhan in silence. When he was about to say something, a cell phone was stuffed into his hand. Qin Nianqing's call had not been hung up yet.

Mu Qingji was stunned for a moment, but still went to answer the phone. When he looked up, he saw Qin Younian and Chu Jinhan running away with the wine. There was a bit of "wisdom" in their backs as they ran.

Mu Qingji: "..." There is no need to do this...