"Mr. Qing Mo, a toast to you!"
"Mr. Qing Mo, I'll drink mine dry. You can drink as you please!"
"Thank you, Mr. Qing Mo, for teaching us tonight. I'll drink first as a sign of respect!"
"Thank you, Mr. Qing Mo, for explaining the art of restrictions earlier!"
As Qing Mo sat before the bonfire, chatting with Chengcheng, Lu Linglong, and the others beside him—
Wang Ergou, who had just served as "teaching material," hurriedly picked up a beer with both hands and raised it toward Qing Mo with an enthusiastic smile.
Seeing this, the other outsiders scattered around the area immediately came over with drinks in hand, taking turns to toast Qing Mo, this top-tier expert.
After all, the knowledge of restrictions he had taught them earlier was priceless beyond measure outside this place!
Having received Qing Mo's grace, these outsiders were naturally brimming with enthusiasm.
Qing Mo accepted every toast that came his way.
Even Chengcheng, seated beside him, benefited from Qing Mo's presence. Quite a few people came to toast her as well.
However, Chengcheng rarely drank, and among this group, her alcohol tolerance was basically fourth-rate.
Still, unwilling to disgrace Qing Mo, she accepted every drink offered to her. Before long, though, a trace of drunkenness had already surfaced on her face.
"Zhuge Qing, True Person Lingyu!"
"Don't tell me you two are just going to sit here chatting dryly?"
Watching Chengcheng, her eyes hazy with drink and cheeks slightly flushed, rest her head against Zhi Jinhua's shoulder as she chattered on without pause—
Qing Mo grabbed a can of beer and walked straight over to Zhuge Qing and Zhang Lingyu, who were seated at the edge.
"Mr. Qing Mo! My apologies, but my family is strict in its traditions. I'm not much of a