Master Zhan, your daughter has gone out to catch ghosts again.

After the Black and White Impermanence disappeared, Zhan Juzhou carried Youyou out of the office. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard someone calling him.

It turned out they were friends in the industry. Zhan Juzhou originally wanted to show Yoyo off to his friends, but unexpectedly, the little guy needed to pee.

"Your third uncle will go with you."

"No, no, Uncle, you're a boy. Boys aren't allowed in the girls' restroom, or the girls will gang up on you!" the little guy said in his childish voice.

Zhan Juzhou's lips twitched.

"Can you do it alone?"

"Okay!" The little guy was itching to run away, and as soon as he finished speaking, he took off running.

Zhan Juzhou had no choice but to turn around and walk towards his friends.

After using the restroom, Yoyo went to look for her third uncle, but couldn't find him. Then, perhaps forgetting about him, she huffed and puffed as she climbed onto the bar stool next to the bar, sat down properly, and mimicked the tone of the older children next to her, saying to the bartender, "Uncle, please give me a Long Island Iced Tea, thank you."

The bartender stared wide-eyed, his eyes bulging like saucers.

Whose kid is this, ordering such strong liquor!

The guests nearby stared wide-eyed at the little dumpling.

I just thought it was cute and funny. How could a little kid like that actually drink alcohol?

Moreover, Long Island Iced Tea is one of the strongest drinks here; even adults might not be able to finish a single glass, let alone a child.

Seeing that the bartender didn't answer her, the little dumpling pulled out a 100-yuan bill from her bag and said domineeringly, "I have money, I'm not here to dine and dash."

"Little friend, children shouldn't drink alcohol. Wait until you're older before you drink," the bartender said with a smile.

"Why not? I have lots and lots of money!" the little guy said, pulling out a handful of 100-yuan bills from his small bag and pushing them all to the bartender.

The bartender looked troubled. In all his years in the business, he had seen all kinds of customers, but this one left him feeling completely bewildered.

Yoyo looked at the bartender uncle and thought it was strange. Why didn't the uncle make money? She just wanted to drink.

She's never had wine before, and she wants to try what it tastes like.

"Then Uncle will make you a drink."

The bartender eventually gave in.

Kids definitely won't like the taste of alcohol, and they might only drink a tiny bit before giving up, which will also discourage them from wanting to drink.

"Okay, okay." The little dumpling nodded excitedly, tucking its two chubby little hands onto the bar and watching the bartender's movements with eager eyes.

Handsome and decisive.

This series of actions elicited cheers and applause from the little one, like a little fangirl.

The bartender gained his first little fangirl, and his smug smile was harder to suppress than an AK.

The cocktail was ready, and the bartender poured it into a stemmed glass, held the stem between two fingers, and moved it to YoYo's face.

"Thank you, Uncle Jiu."

The little guy picked it up and gulped it down, his big, mischievous eyes instantly brightening as if he had discovered a new world.

The little guy's big gulp had already startled the bartender, and the customers next to him were stunned.

When Yoyo was about to take her second sip, the bartender tried to stop her, but it was too late. Yoyo had already finished the rest of the drink and let out a long, drawn-out "Ah~ So delicious!"

The bartender slapped his forehead, filled with regret.

"Uncle Wine, another glass, please." Yoyo handed over her glass, wanting a refill.

The bartender was at his wit's end.

No way, no way, he's in big trouble.

He originally thought the child wouldn't like the taste, but he didn't expect the child to drink it all. What if the child's parents come knocking on his door?

“Yo yo.”

Suddenly, Zhan Juzhou came over, picked up the little guy, and noticed that the little guy was warm all over, and his chubby face looked like it was covered with thick blush, like a red apple.

Zhan Juzhou only realized what was happening when he saw the empty glass on the bar. Oh, they've been drinking!

Without saying a word, Zhan Juzhou rushed to the hospital in a great hurry. After a check-up, it was found that he did not have alcohol poisoning.

Thank goodness, he got quite a fright.

Back home, Zhan Juzhou prepared a hangover soup for Youyou. The little guy mumbled something, imitating the way the patrons at the bar said, "Cheers!"

Zhan Juzhou was in a real bind. If Zhan Guiting came back and saw Yoyo drunk, he was doomed.

Think of Cao Cao and Cao Cao appears.

The sound of a bedroom door opening came from outside.

Zhan Juzhou was startled and hurriedly covered Youyou with the blanket before running out of the room and closing the door.

Zhan Guiting took off his coat, casually tossed it onto the sofa, glanced at Zhan Juzhou, and asked indifferently, "What's wrong?"

"Um...it's okay, Yoyo is asleep, please don't disturb her."

Zhan Juzhou moved step by step to the door, and then ran away.

Zhan Guiting raised his hand, glanced at his watch, and frowned. "Why are you going to bed so early today?"

It's only a little past 7:10, and you're already going to sleep?

The man, still uneasy, entered the bedroom and saw the little one's rosy cheeks, his little mouth still smacking as he savored the taste of the wine, softly and sweetly calling out "Cheers! Cheers!"

Zhan Guiting's heart skipped a beat, his tense heart leaping into his throat. He quickly bent down to check if the little guy was sick, but smelled a strong odor of alcohol.

"Fight in Juzhou!"

Zhan Guiting rushed out of the bedroom and found that Zhan Juzhou was gone.

Helpless, I could only go back to the bedroom, sit on the edge of the bed, and watch over Yoyo.

Zhan Juzhou returned to his home in H City and wiped away his sweat.

Luckily, I ran fast, otherwise I would have lost my life to Zhan Guiting.

Zhan Juzhou took out his phone, sent a message to Zhan Guiting to explain, organize his thoughts and confession, and write a sincere apology. He then sent the message.

If he were asked to explain in person, he would definitely be so frightened that he would become incoherent and unable to explain clearly. Zhan Guiting would not have the patience to listen and would probably take action on the spot.

Fortunately, I ran fast.

However, he will not be able to see his beloved little niece for a while.