Flossie Wright's eyebrow twitched, her gaze peculiarly fixated on Belinda Nichols.
"What's wrong?" Noticing her gaze, Belinda asked, somewhat perplexed.
After hesitating for a moment, Flossie pondered and asked, "Is it good?"
"Not good," Belinda wrinkled her brow, then placed the cup in her hand down and added indifferently, "Quenches thirst."
As soon as she said this, not only Flossie, but even Rowdy Brightwill beside her, couldn't help but scrutinize her.
"You have a good alcohol tolerance?" Rowdy leaned in a bit closer and asked with interest.
Wow, this is hard liquor... not just some low-strength beer, and Belinda can down it in one go without even furrowing her brow?
"I don't know."
Answering coldly, as she felt Rowdy's approach, Belinda frowned, feeling a bit uneasy.
Rowdy wanted to ask more, but before he could speak, a hand was placed on his shoulder.
He looked up to find it was Ice.
"Got something to say?" Rowdy frowned and asked.
