Sang Ning placed the wine jar on the cabinet, then retrieved a small wine cup and a wine bowl from under the bed.
First, she filled the wine cup to the brim, then the bowl, and handed the bowl to Sang Youming.
"Drink. Aren't you fond of drinking? As your daughter, how could I not accompany you to drink to your heart's content?"
Sang Youming shakily took the wine bowl. The liquor swayed within, spilling quite a bit onto the floor.
He wished that all the wine in the bowl would spill out completely.
Sang Ning cast a glance at the bowl and said coldly, "Hold it steady. Spill anymore and I'll make you lick it clean off the floor."
Sang Youming: "..."
His trembling hands instantly steadied. He was wrong—Sang Ning was still Sang Ning.
Hell was empty, and Sang Ning walked among the living!
