"Yang Shao, you go ahead and have a few good drinks with Tang Shao first, and then we'll have a few more later," Zhou Tao said.
Yang Xiaoyu smiled and picked up his glass, "Big brother, allow me to toast you first, I haven't had the chance to thank you for last time."
"Alright, let's keep it casual and finish it," Tangyu said.
Seeing the two of them downing their glasses straight away, Zhou Tao smiled inwardly. Although the glass wasn't big, one glass still held more than an ounce. After ten or twenty glasses like that, he should be able to knock him down.
"Haha, Yang Shao and Tang Shao really are both spirited. What's the fun in only drinking one glass at a time? On such a rare occasion, we should at least start with three glasses before gradually taking it slow. Yang Shao, that one glass was hardly a show of respect," Zhou Tao said with a hearty laugh.
