Lu Qingfeng was literally fighting for his life to down those two huge glasses of beer, his face turning green as the beer kept welling up in his throat.
Out of concern for face, he firmly suppressed it.
For those who can handle their beer, this amount is nothing, but the key is, Lu Qingfeng can't drink.
Or rather, he had never drunk like this before.
At the usual banquets and family parties, the guests are always well-dressed and genteel, each holding a wine glass, and it would be good enough to drink a toast with them.
Of course, they've had barbecue parties and drunk beer before, but not with these oversized glasses.
The oversized draft beer glasses today were specifically dug out from the kitchen storeroom to deal with Bai Xiaosheng.
He never expected they would be used on himself.
Glass after glass, counting the two just now, there's one more left.
