After filling it up, he put the can of Wahaha in front of Chen Enci, then tapped the word "beer" on the can with his slim fingertip. "See, it's beer."
At Qin Jie's words, Rong Yu's actions of lifting the can froze midway.
He hesitated for two seconds then slowly turned his head, staring at Qin Jie dumbfounded.
Must his Brother Jie be this playful?
Chen Enci looked inside the can's small opening, stunned. He stared at the milk-like liquid, blinked twice, and then blinked again: "...."
If they didn't want her to drink, they didn't have to fool her like this, right?
Chen Enci puffed up his cheeks and looked at Qin Jie: "I suspect you're treating me like a five-year-old and I've gathered the evidence to prove it."
Qin Jie leaned back in his chair, lazily holding his glass filled with alcohol. He watched the young girl's face grow rounder as she puffed up her cheeks, and then said, "Five is a bit much, maybe three."