"Clang!"
Glasses clinked together, emitting a crisp sound.
Lu Tianxing looked at the tiger-bian liquor in his glass, took a deep breath, and eventually drained it in one gulp.
"Way to go, Tianxing! Let's have another one."
Bai Qiao Mountain saw Lu Tianxing's action and poured him another glass.
Lu Tianxing looked gloomily at the glass, thinking that a token gesture would suffice. Now, it seemed the old man had planned all along not to let him off so easily.
For a moment, Lu Tianxing began to pray in his heart that the liquor was fake or that Bai Zhiqing would suddenly have a change of heart. Otherwise, he'd probably have to sneak around looking for Rose or Lin Qianru tonight; if he didn't, he'd have to go to the hospital the following day from holding it in all night.
"Since you're in high spirits, old man, I can't spoil the fun. Cheers."
