Mo Ang poured another cup for An Ning. "Let's have another one, let me see how much you can drink."
An Ning saw the scheming in his eyes, hmph, this old man's wicked thoughts are one after another. Trying to get her drunk?
Just this little bit of alcohol, trying to get her drunk? No way, okay?
An Ning couldn't care less, taking the cup and bringing it over.
Another cup down in one go. "Goodness, it tastes really nice, very smooth, with a delightful aftertaste," she said, still wanting more.
"Since it tastes good, let's continue," he encouraged.
An Ning slowly squinted her eyes, appearing completely intoxicated. "Drink... Let me tell you, this amount of alcohol is really nothing to me? Don't even mention another cup, even if I drink a whole bottle of baijiu, I won't get drunk!"
Watching her boast, Mo Ang slowly curled his lips. "Is your alcohol tolerance really that good?"
