Beiming Yu didn't pretend to be pretentious. She directly grabbed the cocktail and downed it in one go before placing it back on the table. Lin Zifeng continued to pour her another drink.
"Hey, kid, say what you've got to say. Are you trying to get me drunk by pouring me drinks like this?" Beiming Yu glanced at him disdainfully.
"How could that be? How could just these two drinks get the head of the Beiming Family drunk?" Lin Zifeng smiled, continuing to pour her another glass.
"Kid, don't talk about family heads or anything. Just call me Beiming Yu. After all, I'm not much older than you," Beiming Yu said casually while drinking.
Pfft... Lin Zifeng almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. He knew Beiming Yu's personality was unusual. She particularly disliked being called old. Even in front of her daughter, she'd insist on being called 'big sister'...
"Uh, okay, Beiming Sis," Lin Zifeng sweated profusely.
