The Old Scholar picked up the teacup, shook his head, then swiftly pulled out a small flask and poured a large cup of yellow wine, downing it in one go.
"Are you kidding yourself?"
Zhou Li watched the scene before him numbly, "Aunt Liu isn't here; who are you putting on this show for?"
"What do you think?"
The Old Scholar glanced at Zhou Li inadvertently, and said with a bad tone, "Guess which bastard loves to secretly take photos of my private life and report me? Who do you think I'm guarding against?"
"What I mean is."
