Chapter 69

When the waiter brought over two bottles of Louis XIII, Liam’s head started to ache, and he couldn’t help but smile wryly, "My dear, I don’t mind drinking with you, but can we not drink to the point of passing out? I’m getting old, and I can’t keep up with you youngsters anymore!"

"What do you mean by that, Uncle? Are you saying I’m heavy?"

Fiona’s face turned slightly red, clearly recalling the last time she got drunk, and she feigned anger.

Girls have always been sensitive about their weight, especially beautiful ones, and Fiona was no exception.

"Not heavy, not heavy at all. You’re as light as a kitten..."

Liam quickly denied, his mouth twitching slightly.

"Hmph! You still know how to talk. I forgive you."

Fiona laughed again, her expression full of satisfaction.

As they drank and chatted, the atmosphere was harmonious, when suddenly, a somewhat surprised voice sounded from nearby.

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