Sheng Qianxia grabbed another bottle, which Zheng Huainan snatched away in an instant and gulped down!
Bottle after bottle, one after another.
Zheng Huainan was drinking like a madman, his face growing uglier and his expression more and more pained.
"Brother Huainan—"
"I'm fine, I can hold my liquor well." Zheng Huainan said as he nearly threw up, held it back, and continued to drink.
Empty bottles were piling up—
After a while.
Thirty bottles in total—
He had finished them!
"Boss Gong, I've finished drinking."
Zheng Huainan's cheeks were flushed, and he was staggering in every direction.
"Brother Huainan, are you okay!" Sheng Qianxia steadied the stumbling Zheng Huainan.
"I'm fine, really, just a little dizzy," Zheng Huainan said.
Sheng Qianxia's gaze swept coldly over Gong Beiyao's face, her tone impulsive, "Are you satisfied now? So we can leave, right!"
Gong Beiyao was frozen in place by her confrontational look.
