"I'll drink with you!" Zhang Feng said, not knowing what else to say, and simply drowned his sorrows in alcohol.
"I'm in too!" Zhang Dagou said helplessly, following suit and gulping down the liquor.
Xiao Han sat on the side.
Xiaohua got an ice pack from the server and handed it to Xiao Han, saying, "Put this on; it'll feel better."
"Thank you!" Xiao Han nodded, gratefully glancing at her.
The few of them drank vodka as if it were water.
Zhang Xiaomei was comforting Xiaotong on the side. Her voice was soft, but her tone had shed its usual fierceness and was exceptionally gentle.
Liu Bin guzzled down a third of a bottle of vodka in one breath, his face flushed crimson and fierce. His eyes emitted a look of resentment, and his whole demeanor was particularly anguished.
Zhang Dagou had also drunk quite a bit; Zhang Feng put down the bottle and said, "In this matter, none of you are at fault. The fault lies with that bastard today."
