A table of people, drinking so joyfully that they were utterly enraptured, and in the end, Ye Ling also joined the fray, drinking several older gentlemen and Mo Zidao under the table, leaving them dizzy-eyed.
For a full two hours, they drank to their heart's content. After finishing the wine, the men actually started bellowing, challenging each other to see who had the strongest physique.
The women couldn't stop them, and eventually, they didn't bother to deal with these drunkards, so they all left, and a group of girls teamed up to play mahjong.
So, by the garden swimming pool, several grown men, all influential figures in their own right, were donning swimming trunks, their cheeks flushed red.
"I'm telling you, whoever swims the slowest has to down three drinks, any objections?"
Mo Zidao, usually so reserved at the dining table, had also gotten drunk today, waving his hand grandly, displaying quite the leader's charisma—many people had probably never seen him like this before.
