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Su Xiaomeng was even more shocked.
By contrast, Su Ziming, upon hearing this, was extremely supportive.
Only an old father understood.
A daughter's safety was what mattered most. Wetting herself was the best option, not gambling with her life.
At last, all the dishes arrived, and the spread was lavish.
There were more than ten dishes on the table, two soups, and very many bottles of alcohol.
It was a large round table, filled to the brim.
Once they sat down, they looked at Shen Wuxiao and could not help laughing. "Doctor, this isn't work hours, so you don't need to keep the mask and sunglasses on, right?"
"Yeah, take them off!"
Shen Wuxiao did not refuse. Instead, he said, "Mainly because I don't look good, so I don't like showing my face!"
"But this is a private gathering, so I won't fuss over it."
As he spoke, he took off his mask and glasses.
His face was revealed.
Though it had been diminished by ninety percent, he was still a strikingly handsome man.
"Doctor, you're being too modest. You're so handsome, yet you say you don't look good. How are you supposed to let Ren Xiang live?"
"Damn it, am I really that ugly?" Ren Xiang looked utterly unconvinced.
The atmosphere at the table was fairly good.
After all, Xiao Yifeng and Ren Xiang both loved to chatter.
When the alcohol was brought out, Ren Xiang was even more straightforward. He brought over a huge pitcher and began pouring baijiu into it.
One giant pitcher filled to the brim, starting at five jin.
"Enough talk. Today, we have to drink to our hearts' content."
"Alright, that's the spirit!"
"Pitcher after pitcher!"
As the host, Su Ziming naturally had to make a statement. "There's plenty of alcohol. Drink