To prove he wasn't ill, Han Fei drank immensely and with great gusto.
In the blink of an eye, he had drained an entire bottle of high-proof liquor.
For a moment, stars flashed before his eyes, and the world spun around him.
He had drunk too fiercely.
He was drunk, but not completely so.
"Kid, look, I'm burning up now, not cold-handed and cold-footed like you said, huh, you should apologize to me,"
"Kneel down and apologize."
Leaning on the table with both hands, Han Fei barely stood, his cheeks flushed red as he looked at Zhang Xiaoshan with pride in his eyes.
The onlookers were also voicing their opinions.
"Young Master Han seems to have no problems at all."
"It appears it really was this country bumpkin slandering Young Master Han."
"Kid, hurry up and apologize to Han Fei," Mrs. Lin glared at Zhang Xiaoshan with disgust.
Lin Yanran said to Zhang Xiaoshan with a bitter face,
"Sigh, forget it, don't apologize to him, just go, I'll handle this."
