Zhu Qing saw the young man saying he was going to finish all the drinks on the table, and was so scared that she pinched Zhang Xian quickly.
There were about twenty to thirty bottles of alcohol on the table in front of them. Even if three people were drinking, each would have to consume nearly ten bottles. Could Zhang Xian handle that?
The idea of drinking was proposed by the young man, who should have a decent alcohol tolerance. Xu Song also dealt with various social events all year round and could hold his liquor quite well. Zhang Xian was just an ordinary person. Could he outdrink the young man and Xu Song?
"Isn't this a bit too much?" Zhang Xian asked.
"Not at all. There are three of us. That's just ten bottles each. How is that too much?" The young man asked mockingly, "Bro, you're not scared, are you?"
"Zhang Xian, don't spoil the fun," Xu Song also goaded. "There are quite a few beauties here today. If you back down, someone might lose face."
