C100 The Ring

"Mr. Miao, how did you suddenly get so good at holding your liquor?"

Faang Zheng, seated beside Miao Zhan, was sweating bullets. It was as if he didn't recognize Miao Zhan anymore, murmuring to himself in disbelief.

Then, with a shift in his expression, Faang Zheng turned to steal a glance at Niu Li, a sly smile creeping across his face. "Mr. Miao, your master sure is something."

"That he is..