Zhao Family Comes Calling
The big Benz drove quite a distance before the road grew bumpy again. Director Li seemed to have been jolted awake. He smacked his lips a few times and mumbled groggily, "Xiao Bai, is someone talking? It sounds so familiar."
A quarter of an hour had already passed. Old Dad was really slow on the uptake.
Li Bai shook his head. "No one's talking, Old Dad. You're drunk and imagining things."
He was slurring and half asleep, with most of his judgment gone, so it was best not to tell the old man the truth just yet.
"I'm not drunk. I could still drink another half a catty. What a great time! Heh heh!"
Old Li let out a silly, meaningless chuckle. He could truly let loose only when he drank with soldiers.
That military spirit was the best thing to drink with. Otherwise, when there was nothing to talk about, even half a sentence was too much. Old Li didn't get this drunk with just anyone.
"..."
Li Bai didn't answer his dad. He focused on driving and kept at it until they got home.
An hour later, he helped his drunken father into the house.
His mother, Han Xiuying, opened the door. The pungent smell of liquor hit her in the face, and she immediately frowned in disgust. "Xiao Bai, did you two go on a serious drinking binge?"
"It wasn't both of us. It was him!"
Li Bai pointed at his father, who was still grinning foolishly.
"Darling, give me a kiss!"
Old Li opened his arms and reached for Han Xiuying, wanting a hug, a kiss, and a little fondling.
"You reek of booze. Hurry up and wash."
Han Xiuying didn't let Old Li get his way. With a swift leap, she