"What's there to be afraid of?" Lin Hai reached out and took the cup.
The two were at daggers drawn; not drinking seemed like they wouldn't be able to conclude the matter.
"Hey, I'm still here, you know?" Lin Zhou weakly pointed to himself.
"Shut up!" Both of them said in unison, without taking their eyes off each other's faces.
"Bang—" The glasses collided, making a crisp sound. The two raised their glasses, tilted their heads back, and gulped down.
Tian Xin could hold her liquor! In her past life, when she went out on business, she would drink when dealing with difficult clients. At most, she once drank a bottle of baijiu facing five people at the table by herself.
Just not sure if this body can handle it now.
"Thud!" Tian Xin put the glass down boldly, like a knight-errant wandering the Jianghu.
Lin Hai hadn't finished drinking yet!
She picked up a napkin, wiped her mouth, held the bottle, and poured more wine.
