"Madam, another round!" said the person holding the wine bottle.
"Okay." Mu Keren agreed with a sweet smile.
This scene caused Huang Qingtian to frown.
That little brat, who gets knocked out after just one or two drinks, dares to guzzle like the others?
"If you can't drink, don't mess around!" Afraid that the little brat would get drunk and cause him trouble, Huang Qingtian set down the bucket of fish he was holding and quickly walked over to Mu Keren's side, ready to snatch the wine-filled glass from her hand.
But Mu Keren seemed to have anticipated his move, cleverly dodging away as he reached out for her.
Then, right in front of him, she tipped her head back and downed the whole glass.
When Mu Keren finished the entire glass of wine, the surrounding men all burst into applause.
"Madam, what a drinker!"
"Respect, respect!"
These men were not paying lip service.
They lived on this island year-round, and most of their food was self-grown and self-produced.
