"Drink!"
Han Wenxin's face was completely flushed as he raised his glass to An Jing, "Today, we're not going home unless we're drunk."
At this moment, the fear in his heart had long since vanished.
"No more drinking for me, I still have to see patients this afternoon..."
An Jing glanced at the sky outside the window and shook his head repeatedly.
It was still broad daylight, and they were drinking like there was no tomorrow. How could this be proper?
"Indeed, we can't drink anymore."
Li Fuzhou nodded gently beside them.
Getting An Jing drunk could lead to serious consequences.
"What a buzzkill...."
Han Wenxin pouted, but he knew that An Jing had to consult at the clinic in the afternoon, and he was a busy man now.
"Just right, I could use a little rest myself," Zhou Xianming stretched lazily, thinking to himself that he would go to the brothel with Third Master later that night.
