C1210 What a Lonely Feeling

A hundred tables were not so simple.

If it weren't for Zhou Wending's help, Dongfang Jian would have long since fallen flat on his face.

But even so, because Zhou Wending didn't dare to go overboard, he could only let him stay sober. As a result, he drank quite a bit.

On average, a table would only last twenty seconds. A round would take at least half an hour