Wang Xiaoliang looked at Luo Bisheng in surprise.
"Why?"
"Bisheng, it was Third Brother... he told me to call him that."
Zhou Qiang also put down his glass and looked at Luo Bisheng in bewilderment. What was the big deal? It was just a form of address.
Luo Bisheng's cheeks reddened, but he explained earnestly, "That's my third uncle. Brother Liang, if you call him Third Brother, doesn't that mess up the generations? You and I call each other brothers, but then you call my uncle your brother. What does that make me? Doesn't that put me a generation below you for no reason?"
Wang Xiaoliang froze, then realized.
Hu Yang had said that Luo Bisheng's father was his biological older brother.
By that reckoning, Hu Yang really was Luo Bisheng's actual third uncle.
Listening beside them, Zhou Qiang couldn't stop laughing. He waved a hand. "Oh, come on, we can each use our own terms. Don't worry about all that meaningless stuff."
"No way!" Luo Bisheng's stubborn streak kicked in. He raised his glass and looked at Wang Xiaoliang solemnly. "Brother Liang is someone I care about. We have to get this straight, or we can't be brothers."
"Someone you care about..."
Wang Xiaoliang hadn't expected to already hold that kind of place in Luo Bisheng's heart.
This kid really did express his feelings in such a direct yet clumsy way.
Warmth filled his heart. He laughed and raised his glass. "All right! Whatever you say! I'll call him Third Uncle from now on. That works, right? Come on, let's drink to that!"
"Okay!"
Only then did Luo Bisheng smile again. He clinked glasses with Wang Xiaoliang and downed another drink.
Putting down his glass, he seemed to remember something. His expression suddenly turned a little awkward and uneasy