"Tang Zhe, how are you doing?"
The woman with heavy makeup on her face quickly went forward to support him.
"Ugh... I can't do it anymore, I concede, I really can't do it this time."
At this moment, it dawned on Mr. Tang, the guy doesn't just drink; once he starts, he can't stop—
"So, since you lost, shouldn't you be stripping?"
Just then, Mu Yang stood up from her chair with a smile, her black lace dress hugging her graceful and elegant figure, both intellectual and enticing. Though she was not dressed very revealingly, it was hard to hide her alluring curves.
"What! Really have to strip?"
Someone exclaimed in surprise.
"Of course, a man, you know, has to consider what he's said before, or else isn't he worried he might sprain his back with such big talk?"
Mu Yang smiled warmly, looking as harmless as could be.
"Let's stop now, I think Mr. Tang seems unwell today, probably just threw up because of that."
Lin Zifeng walked over.
