The man's eyes were fierce: "I said I'll drink them under the table, and I will. Don't you dare drag my girl into this!"
Ling Ye was furious. Ling Ye was angry.
Ai Le's heart was pounding hard. Having held out this far, should she keep going?
Ling Ye, just what are you trying to prove?
The private room was so silent you could hear the sound of glass shards falling to the ground.
Xunwu's eyes were bloodshot, but he firmly shut them, then smiled at Ai Le: "Well? Sit down. The show's not over yet!"
Finally, he opened his calm eyes and gestured at the sofa beside him.
Ai Le frowned, gave a light snort, and said, "Since you're so warmly inviting me, I might as well sit down."
Ai Le forced a smile and sat down. She calmly placed Li Wanzi on the sofa and kept her gaze on the men who were drinking as if it were a life-and-death battle.
The seventh man showed a pained expression, waved his hands repeatedly, indicating he was done.
