Chapter 392

"Elder martial brother, I told you to protect your voice several times. I told you that you always smoke recently. I also told you that you drink on your face, and that you are right..."

Chen Fengting was sitting in the box with a small glass wine cup in his hand. The tablecloth around him was wetted by sporadic transparent liquid, leaving a trace of indelibility.

He just ordered a bottle of Maotai, which has been 50 years old. He had planned to drink two small glasses to relieve his addiction.

But Ji Wanhui didn't know that he just got up and put the cup on his lips