Shu Yu pretended not to see him. When the worker, who seemed to be a waiter, was a few steps away, she complained in a low voice.
"I'm really unlucky. I met that bastard named Jiang, and he dared to force me to drink." As she spoke, she turned to look at Daniu and the person on his back. "Is he alright? If he doesn't know how to drink, what's the point of showing off? Do I look like I need him to drink on my behalf?"
"He is fine." Da Niu laughed dryly, but his palms were covered in sweat. He was very nervous, but his tone was surprisingly calm. "This brat just wants to show off more in front of you, Lord. He's still very loyal to you. Later, I'll help him practice his alcohol tolerance. Next time, he won't collapse after drinking only one glass."
Shu Yu snorted impatiently. When she raised her head, the worker had also approached her.
The worker naturally heard Shu Yu's voice.