C268 Faucet

Jing Yihan's expression was cold, but his actions were unambiguous. He picked up his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp, nodding his head in an indiscernible manner.

With a good start, the atmosphere quickly turned lively. There were very few words from Jing Yihan, and occasionally, a sentence or two was always quiet, but they got along pretty well.

After three rounds of drinking