As he spoke, he reached out to take the wine bottle from Lu An'an's hand, but Lu An'an nimbly dodged it. "Mr. Xu, it seems you don't know your mother at all. I've seen the interview video; Professor Lin said that this is her favorite alcohol content."
Lu Yubai had regained his composure. Combining Lu An'an's thoughts with his own, he realized that something was wrong with Xu Zhou. His heart sank. Xu Zhou had actually drugged his drink!
He stepped forward without making a sound, blocking Lu An'an's way, and said with a forced smile, "Xuzhou, Professor Lin did say that he likes to drink wine with this strength. Your blocking me like this makes me wonder if there's something wrong with your wine."
Xu Zhou stiffened, a hint of guilt flashing in his eyes, and replied with a somewhat stiff smile, "Yu Bai, what are you saying? How could there be anything wrong with this wine?"
Lu Yubai gracefully took the wine bottle from Lu An'an's hand, picked up the glass on the table, poured wine for both of them, and handed it to them, jokingly saying, "So it seems you also want me to toast you. Okay, come on, let me toast you and your son together."
He picked up the glass of wine that Lu An'an had poured for him while he was talking, raised it to the two people opposite him, and said with a smile, "Teacher, thank you for your guidance over the past two years. I'd like to toast you."
After speaking, he drank his wine, glancing at the two who were still not drinking. A barely perceptible chill flashed in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth still held that gentle smile: "Teacher? Why aren't you drinking?"
Lin Ya Hui exchanged a subtle glance with Xu Zhou, then glanced at the crowd at the door and said hesitantly, "Xiao Lu, I don't really feel like drinking today. Is it alright if I offer tea instead?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Yubai frowned slightly, his face full of confusion. "But just now the teacher said that he was happy today and that he would drink until he was drunk. Why is he saying he doesn't want to drink now?"
He paused, his tone slightly cold, his words carrying a deeper meaning: "Or... is there something wrong with this wine, which is why you teachers aren't drinking it?"
The crowd by the door lit up. "Here it comes! That melon looks perfectly ripe!"
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