"It's nothing," Chu Dingbang said with a hearty wave of his hand, "This is just the tip of the iceberg. On a good day, I can easily down eight to ten bottles!"
Ye Xingbei: "..."
So, rich young masters do brag when they get together, huh?
She hadn't had much interaction with men before.
Especially in such private settings, she hadn't seen men so relaxed.
She had no idea how they behaved outside, but tonight, these rich young masters were very relaxed, behaving like big kids, saying whatever came to mind, doing whatever they felt like, all without a mask.
Watching them, she couldn't help but smile.
Having a group of friends with whom one could unmask and be oneself was their shared fortune.
Chu Dingbang finished the third bottle and grew even more excited. With no need for further persuasion, he was highly spirited to get the fourth bottle himself.
Qiao Jieran took the remaining bottles, not letting him drink any more.
Ye Xingbei's smile grew warmer.
These were true friends.