Walton's house was pretty big, but it was just in an upscale neighborhood in downtown Los Angeles, not quite luxurious.
The decor in the room was also quite ordinary, with everything a middle-class family should have, and nothing that shouldn't be there was guaranteed to be absent.
"Make yourself comfortable, what would you like to drink? We've got whiskey, tequila, and brandy. Linda likes to have a glass of red wine before bed, but I prefer beer."
Walton took out a pack of beer from the fridge and then turned to Gao Guang and the others, "Do you want some spirits, or will you join me for a beer?"
Gao Guang chose beer, so did Mike, but Francisco shook his head seriously.
Walton looked at Francisco and suddenly cried out in surprise, "Hey, man, what's the matter with you? Your mouth is bleeding, did they hit you?"
Francisco shook his head, he looked at Gao Guang, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "No one hit me; I bit myself."