As he spoke, he tipped his head back and gulped down another large mouthful. Liquor ran down the corner of his mouth, but he did not wipe it away.
The red-haired fat man across from him slapped the table, his tone filled with indignation on his behalf:
"Oscar, why did you have to bring that up... Why couldn't that damned Tang San have taken his cousin to the God Realm with him back then?!"
At his slap, even the wine cups on the table jumped.
The blond man beside him leaned back in his chair and sighed, his voice heavy:
"Sigh, you have no idea how much I'm suffering too... I can't satisfy Zhu Qing, and she never gives me a pleasant look every day..."
After saying that, he raised his cup and took a drink, his expression as complicated as though he were reflecting on some failed life experience.
Ma Hongjun turned to glance at him, his tone carrying the bluntness only old friends could use with one another:
"Boss Dai, are you having a midlife crisis? Back then, didn't you have no trouble satisfying two twins by yourself?"
Dai Mubai set down his cup and rubbed his temples, his voice thick with the gloomy honesty of drunken words:
"Back then, I paid them to put on an act... Only now do I know... they were all faking it..."
After saying that, he poured himself another cup, as though he wanted to force that memory down his throat along with the wine.
Oscar was already badly drunk. He lay sprawled across the table, his fingers still unconsciously tapping the rim of his cup as he mumbled indistinctly:
"Rongrong... why... I've been working hard to become stronger too... I've become a god, isn't that enough...?"
His voice grew softer and