With the disturbance of the deep voice, it was impossible to continue chatting quietly here. The two of them casually sat down at the table and ordered wine.
Han Xiaoxia and Xu Wenping clinked glasses.
Han Xiaoxia gulped down two mouthfuls and downed a small bottle. She looked at the wine on the table and came over to shout, "Rich people like you shouldn't care about spending, right? The wine here is very expensive. If I open my stomach, I can't afford it!"
Xu Wenping didn't answer. He picked up the wine and clinked glasses with Han Xiaoxia.
Even though he had already demonstrated his financial strength, he could still feel a hint of timidity toward money from Han Xiaoxia.
Han Xiaoxia's alcohol tolerance was pretty good.
The two of them toasted. In a short time, a box of 24 bottles of beer was finished. Even if it was half and half, Han Xiaoxia still drank 12 bottles of beer, and her face was flushed.
