Chapter 164
Robert Foster sneered, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the jar of wine and began to drink it directly, very boldly.
Chloe Collins held her blue and white porcelain wine glass, toast unhurriedly to them, not eating much, looked calm and composed.
Around eight o'clock, Layla Lowell and the other three girls couldn't take it anymore, and retreated to the living room to rest a bit.
The group of boys laughed when they saw this.
"It's hard enough for a girl to drink that much, come on, let's drink!"
Romelo Woods snickered: "Hey, seems like you guys forgot, the powerhouse is still here."
He spread his hands, pointing to Chloe Collins, who was turning her wine glass.
Her face was fair and rosy, her eyes clear, and she showed no signs of drunkenness. In her beautiful eyes, there was a lingering trace of sorrow that could not be dissipated.