C1711 Competing Strength

"Elder Kong, let me drink Patriarch Zhao's glass of wine for him."

Noticing the evil grin on Kong Guo'ang's face, Gong Hsingchang immediately reached out and pressed down the wine cup that Zhao Qimin was about to raise: "This shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"Haha, Head Gong is really vigilant when it comes to doing things."

Seeing Zhao Qimin who was blocked behind