Fang Yi racked his brain but simply couldn't remember.
Looking at the charming and beautiful Kong Qingci in front of him, so dignified and elegant, every frown and smile, Fang Yi couldn't be bothered to think anymore and continued to drink with Kong Qingci.
Just then, a few young masters walked over, each carrying a bottle of white liquor. They came up close and thumped all the bottles onto the table.
"Can I help you gentlemen?" Fang Yi asked with a smile.
"So, you're Fang Yi. I hear you can hold your liquor. Do you dare compete with me in a drinking challenge?" A skinny man spoke, his cheeks hollowed, giving him a simian appearance.
"I dare not," Fang Yi responded.
This, surprisingly, made the arrogant young masters halt in confusion. The simian-cheeked man sneered, "I thought as much. Someone like you certainly wouldn't dare to challenge me! Not to mention a bottle, even half a bottle would have you on the floor."
