Li Jiniang realized that she too was in a precarious position, barely able to handle Pang Xin in front of her, let alone fuss over others. She could only hope that Zhang Yongzhong was lustful in heart, not in courage.
Last time, with Zhou Xueyin's help, she could hold the liquor under her tongue, but this time she had to drink in front of Pang Xin—she probably had no choice but to actually drink it.
Without a shield, Pang Xin truly became reckless, nearly pressing his whole body against Li Jiniang, pouring drinks into her mouth one cup after another.
Without much ado, three cups of baijiu were gulped down, and Li Jiniang felt something was amiss, "President Pang, look, I've already drunk these three cups as a penalty for my lateness. Isn't it your turn now?"
"Alright! Whatever the beautiful Li says! Your brother Pang will drink one too!" Pang Xin picked up the drink Wan Hua had prepared and downed it in one go. "How about that, okay?"
