C47 Is It the Wine That Makes Laozi's Heart Ache?

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVENTY-SEVEN Can't I bear to part with the wine?

At this time, in a bar in Southern City, in a noisy environment, two figures were seated in a corner. One of them was continuously pouring wine into his mouth, while the other quietly smoked on the side, neither stopping nor persuading him.

After finishing another bottle of liquor