"Young master."
Cong Yang's subordinates hurriedly rushed in and snatched away the trash can.
If they watched their young master drink what he had just thrown up, they feared they might be beaten to death by a sober Cong Yang tomorrow.
"Don't move, I can still drink, I want to drink more..."
Cong Yang shouted nonsensically.
At this moment, a big golden retriever leisurely walked out from the crowd, attracted by the smell of Cong Yang's vomit, and it stepped forward to lick Cong Yang's hand.
Cong Yang instinctively wrapped one arm around the golden retriever's neck, and the poor golden retriever was immediately pressed to the ground and couldn't move.
"Qin Yi, I, Cong Yang, respect you as a man. You are the first who can match me in drinking. I like you, and I want to become sworn brothers with you. Nod if you agree, or I'll smother you."
Liu Yiren couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
Looking at Qin Yi, his face was as dark as it could get.
