C191 Dark Surge
"Doctor Qing, let me toast you with this goblet of wine."
Staring at Zhang Ze's wine cup, Qingcheng couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart.
He began to understand very clearly that he was only able to pour one cup at a time.
He wasn't good at drinking, so why would he be stuck with it when he was in the capital?
Back in the town, she hadn't touched a single drop of alcohol