Lu Yanhe stopped dead in his tracks upon hearing the words, the light fading from his eyes as he turned back to face the man opposite him, only to see a look brimming with provocation.
There was a bottle of vodka on the table, recently opened and placed on Su Jia's side. It seemed as though she had taken a few sips; over half of the liquor remained inside.
Lu Yanhe paid no mind, casually picking it up before Su Jia could even try to stop him, he downed it fiercely.
In just a few seconds, the bottle was empty. Holding the now-empty bottle upside down, not a single drop left.
Then, he put the empty bottle back on the table, "Is that satisfactory?"
Tang Yuzhou's thin lips curved up slightly, "Mr. Lu can hold his liquor well."
No wonder that woman Su Jia could drink so much, probably eight or nine times out of ten she had learned from Lu Yanhe.
