After shouting, Song Sizhi reached out and closed the door of the study.
Besides being difficult to accept in some aspects, it had to be said that the Song Family was a peaceful, democratic household that provided space for the growth of its children, as long as boundaries were not crossed.
Jiang Muwan watched as Song Sizhi closed the door, and then, when the cup was passed to her, she took it and saw her move her chair to the bookshelf, standing on tiptoes to search the top and retrieved two bottles of liquor.
And by the looks of it, it was she who hid them.
"Liquor in the study?" Jiang Muwan looked at her in surprise.
"Isn't that normal?" the other party was indifferent.
"So today you want to drown our sorrows in drink?" Jiang Muwan.
Song Sizhi moved her chair back to its original position and nodded seriously, "That's right."
"I was thinking of taking you to a bar to pick up young guys, but I figured we'd be nagged to death going out at this hour. This will have to do!"
