Tang Luo saw Zhu Jun finish his drink, hesitated for a moment, then also emptied his glass—even choking a bit and coughing loudly.
"Cough cough... Can't do this anymore, I feel like I'm gonna get drunk! I can't drink anymore, let's eat something first!"
Tang Luo wiped the corners of his mouth and said to the two people.
A glint of joy shone in Chen Biao's eyes: was this guy's tolerance for liquor really so poor? Great, he estimated that one more drink would probably do the trick!
In order not to arouse Tang Luo's suspicion, he didn't urge him to drink anymore but nodded with a smile.
"Alright, let's eat something first and then continue drinking. We've got nothing else to do tonight anyway, and we won't stop until we're drunk!"
"Right, won't stop until we're drunk!"
Zhu Jun also said loudly.
"Okay, then let's eat first."
As Tang Luo spoke, he directly picked up the three-pound lobsters and started eating with big bites.
