Su Mo didn't stand on ceremony, grabbed the drink and downed it in one gulp.
Soon, they had gone through three rounds of drinks.
Sun Duoxiang's face was flushed, and his grip on his wine cup was shaky, clearly showing that he had drunk too much.
In contrast, Su Mo just had a faint blush on his cheeks and was otherwise fine.
"If you can't drink anymore, we should stop here," he said.
"No, no, big brother, I can still drink. Seeing you today has been the happiest day for me. Let's not go home until we're drunk."
"That's enough, it's good as it is. By the way, how are Zhang Hao, Mark, and Lan Xi doing?"
Su Mo was about to take another sip from his cup when he suddenly remembered something and asked.
"Boss, don't worry, I, Sun Duoxiang, always keep my word. What I have, they have too. I've kept them close to me. It's just...."
Sun Duoxiang thumped his chest righteously and said but suddenly stopped when he was about to conclude.
"Just what?"
Su Mo furrowed his brows and asked.
