Lynn stayed for a moment. She knew very well that in the draw, Benson still insisted on drinking, his purpose was to make her squat.

Willing to admit defeat. Benson had been drinking, Lynn squatted down recklessly.

As soon as she squatted down, she instantly became a lot shorter, and like a maid, her aura also weakened.

Lynn glanced at a few girls who were hiding their mouths and smiling, no doubt laughing at her. Lynn avoided those eyes, heaved a sigh of relief. She held her head high and couldn't lose her energy while squatting.

Quentin asker for the next round.

"One. My stinky hands,” Quentin’s chest hurts with...