Late in the night, everyone was drunk and fell asleep on the table.

Old Hu, too, was flushed with drink and smoked slowly against the wall. He rarely smiled with understanding when he saw how happy the brothers were.

Zhao Tiezhu also drank a lot, but he is Zhao Tiezhu. The white light in his vein has consumed almost all the alcohol, just like a nobody.

"Doesn't my second brother go to bed?" Zhao Tiezhu was slightly surprised because Hu Lao Er, who drinks most today, seemed to be awake.

"Hey hey, my second brother is famous... A thousand cups are not drunk! I want to... Drink him down... You...