Zhao Bin didn't know that today is Master Qian's eightieth birthday. Otherwise, he would have to prepare a gift, which makes him dress sloppily and have no gifts. That's a bit too much to say.

The most important thing is that Zhao Bin was dragged aside by Nangong Shuo to drink before he could say a word of congratulations. He looked at the expression of the old man at his grandfather's table just now, and he complained secretly.

"Forget the old guys, let's drink our wine."

Nangongshuo took the good wine from Qian Xiaojia, nodded satisfactorily and looked at Zhao Bin on the other side.

"Don't you hurt me so...