Mr. Xiang's face changed. He didn't dare to refuse anymore. He could only pick up the glass with a bitter face and drink it up one by one.

After drinking three glasses of wine, his face turned pale.

he couldn't stand steadily.

"Mr. Xiang, are you okay?" Nicola Bery said sarcastically, not hiding schadenfreude at all.

Mr. Xiang was good at drinking. After all, he had been in various wine parties all year round, and he often lowered his head to keep a smiling face, so he could drink a lot.

His face darkened. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm fine. Don't bother, Nicola Bery."

Nicola Bery sneered, "it's...