"Drink your ass."

I took the lead in picking up my glass, and without saying a word, I was stuffy. The taste of this whiskey is not unfamiliar to me. After all, I drank Yang Qiyu's 30-year-old whiskey. Now these whiskeys are much worse. I swept the bottle for 12 years, and they are no worse.

I can't afford it anyway.

Ran Peng also drank a cup and did not play tricks. He asked me if I had a friend who was quick-witted. I lied and said no. He took out some pictures of Wang Hui.

"Grass, I've been surveyed and asked for dried eggs." I cursed and drank another...