"Damn! If we don't drink you under the table tonight, it won't ease my heart!"
Zou Yanpeng was determined to have a three hundred round battle with An Mingji tonight.
Seeing his aggressive look, An Mingji raised his brows slightly, "Don't speak too soon, tonight it's uncertain who'll be heading home face down."
The tall, skinny boy with a scholarly demeanor sitting next to him laughed too, "Peng, I think you should just give in."
Zou Yanpeng widened his eyes, angrily glaring at the person next to An Mingji, suddenly flaring up, "Qiao Wenming, how can you call yourself a man if you give in? I'm a true man of steel, you guys better not hold back tonight!"
He said this last sentence to both Jin Bai and Qiao Wenming.
Qiao Wenming smiled helplessly, having little faith in Zou Yanpeng's alcohol tolerance.
After the street vendor brought the kebabs the boys ordered, they ate, drank, and chatted together.
This street had the best business at the shop where they were.
