"He Ming really had it rough today, originally wanted to show this young man who's boss, but it was he who ended up looking foolish in the end."
"A bottle of wine for a hundred thousand, twenty bottles would be two million..."
The onlookers around them were pointing and discussing.
Before the drunken He Ming could speak, Wang Lulu was already panicked.
She could bear He Ming's embarrassment, but the thought of having to pay for two million worth of alcohol was just too painful.
"Who says my husband lost?"
"He can still drink."
As she spoke, Wang Lulu handed a bottle of wine to He Ming.
"Husband, drink up quickly, or else I'll never let you live it down."
The crowd clicked their tongues in shock.
Wang Lulu was being a bit too ruthless, not even caring about her husband's life or death.
Su Fan smiled and remained silent.
The already drunk He Ming barely had any self-awareness left, mechanically taking the bottle of liquor from Wang Lulu's hand and guzzling it down.
"Wow"
