With Zhou Ping's enthusiastic words, Xu Xiangbei's face turned slightly red as Ouyang Jiahui pretended to smile and said, "Thank you, Brother Zhou. When my injury is healed, I'll make something delicious for you. How about we all thank Brother Zhou together?"
Chen Xin was quick on her feet, picked up an empty glass from the table, poured some red wine for Zhou Ping, and pulled out an empty seat: "Brother Zhou, sit down and have a couple of drinks before you go."
Getting a toast from four beautiful women, Zhou Ping was overjoyed. Whether his injury had healed or not, or because he was too excited, the hand holding the glass was trembling a bit.
He happily sat next to Ouyang Jiahui and drank a glass with everyone. After just one drink, Zhou Ping's cheeks turned red; it seemed he couldn't handle his drink well.
