"Mother, it's rare for the young master to be in such good spirits; let's drink a little longer," Qiu Dong said coquettishly, her gaze toward Chun Mei filled with a provocative edge, as if to say, "Let's see who outdrinks whom tonight."
Chun Mei, unwilling to show weakness, paid no mind to her sister's provocation. "Mother, my sister is right; let's accompany the young master for a bit longer."
The old woman was somewhat at a loss. What was going on with her two daughters? The net was supposed to be closing, yet neither of them seemed at all calculated—they were still here drinking.
This kind of situation had never occurred for the old woman before.
Lin Fan had already seen through the two young women's antics; their quiet rivalry was clear as day, each refusing to yield to the other, waiting to prove who's better.
And Lin Fan seized the opportunity. He praised one to make her giddy, then turned to praise the other, making her proud as well.
