Otherwise, with such a gulp in one go, drinking this fast, the alcohol won't hit you all at once, and by the end of the night, you'll have drunk several pounds.
"Uncle, drink."
One glass after another, Xiang Yiqing's face turned completely red, like a cooked shrimp.
Later on, he kept raising his glass, and Xin Hailong didn't need to urge him anymore; he was eager to drink himself.
Noticing this, Xin Hailong observed for a while and finally concluded, "Looks like he's really had too much."
He put down his glass, a satisfied smile on his face.
"You know, you're just picking on a good person," Xin Xiaoxiao gave Xin Hailong a sideways glance in annoyance.
Then she reached over to grab the glass from Xiang Yiqing's hand and handed him the drink she had, "Brother Xiang, have some soda."
Xin Hailong raised an eyebrow, "Him, a good person? Knowing to jump on the bus first and buy the ticket later, and still a good person?"
