As Liu Qing joined the fray, the previously harmonious atmosphere in the private room started to feel a bit tense.
Ning Fan seemed completely oblivious to the strange looks from the crowd, locking eyes with Liu Qing, drinking one glass after another, causing the wine on the table to rapidly diminish.
By the seventh glass, Liu Qing's intoxication surged, and she lowered her head and started to vomit.
Already having a stomach full of seafood, she clutched the trash can, vomiting for several minutes, and the unpleasant smell quickly permeated the entire room.
Wang Chao slightly wrinkled his brows, poured a glass of clear water, and patted Liu Qing's back, whispering, "Rinse your mouth, and rest on the side for a bit."
After tossing the trash can outside the door, Wang Chao looked at Ning Fan and said with a chuckle, "Money really can do wonders, I didn't think Brother Ning Fan would be a god of a thousand drinks, never drunk."
