The sky was slightly bright. At this time, Ling Hong had already lost his mind, but he was still holding the red wine glass in his hand.
Ling Hong's face, which was usually full of self-confidence, had already turned red. Even so, he was still a good drinker. He didn't vomit or talk nonsense. He just stared at the wine bottle blankly and held the glass as if he wanted to continue drinking.
"How is it? is it almost done?" Yuan Zhou set down the cup and asked.
"Lacking, what's lacking?" Ling Hong's tongue was a little loose, but he seemed to have realized it himself. He was very dissatisfied with what he had said. He closed his mouth and repeated it again.
"The wine cellar will really be empty if you continue drinking." Yuan Zhou indicated the empty bottles on the ground and said.
"You ... You said that we can drink whatever we want in the wine cellar." Ling Hong said word by word seriously and persistently.
"Yes, but it's already morning." Yuan Zhou said.
