Qin Yi ultimately underestimated Cong Yang, this guy is simply not human, his speed didn't decrease at all at fifty bottles.
Well, he is a famous young powerhouse, a genius, a freak, overall he truly is not human.
"Qin Yi, your speed is a bit slow! Even the women here are faster than you."
Cong Yang's drinking speed didn't decrease but increased, and he even had time to mock Qin Yi before finishing his drink and moving on to the next bottle.
Qin Yi's star-like bright eyes squinted slightly and he subconsciously tightened his lips.
Liu Yiren showed a gloating smile. Whenever Qin Yi tightened his lips, it meant trouble was coming for someone.
She had already started to mourn for this young master Cong in her heart, hoping he wouldn't meet a tragic end. Being close to Qin Yi, she knew his character best and thought he was vengeful. Cong Yang was finished.
However, she was also surprised at how well Qin Yi could hold his liquor.
People around were cheering for Cong Yang.
