“How is it my fault that I was born with this last name?” Li Zhitian said indignantly.

“That’s the most serious offense, am I right, Miss?” Li Qiye smiled and said.

“Damn right.” She finished another jar before calling for another.

She then poured a full bowl and told Li Zhitian: “Little Li, drink this and then accept the beating.”

“Ugh…” Li Zhitian held the bowl, not knowing if he should drink or not.

“Drink, you’re getting a beating either way. At least you get a free drink like this.” Li Qiye said.

“I guess so,...