"Three cups?"

Listening to Su Rui, Xue Yang almost burst into tears.

Nima, one glass of wine is 225, three cups are nearly 82!

Xue Yang had been drinking almost all the time in this restaurant before, and he was already dizzy. If he poured down nearly 82 strong and high-alcohol drinks, he would surely not have thought about the result.

"Ruige, look at this..." Xue Yang's face was bitter.

creak, creak.

At this time, there was a sour noise coming from the side.

I only saw Shao Feihu breaking his knuckles and shaking his neck. The creaking sound from the knuckles made Xue Yang shiver uncontrollably.

That's very obvious...