Yan Ziyan spoke up at the sight: "Azhan, you scared us to death. You're late and making such a commotion, how will you take responsibility for scaring my little sister Gong?"
"Exactly, King of Latecomers, let's punish you with drinks." Lu Tingchuan chimed in.
Beitang glanced at Lu Tingchuan: As if you arrived much earlier.
Lu Tingchuan raised an eyebrow: At least I'm not the latest.
At this moment, Zhan Nanjue's gaze didn't leave Gong Shirao's face, and he spoke, saying flatly, "How about we punish with singing instead."
"Punish with singing?" Lu Tingchuan couldn't quite believe his ears, "Did I hear wrong, Azhan? You're the one who suggested singing as punishment!"
This guy never attends parties, and even if he does, he absolutely refuses to sing!
Even if it meant choosing between singing a line or drinking three glasses, he'd unhesitatingly choose the latter.
Right now, Zhan Nanjue had already stopped in front of Yan Ziyan and said to him, "Give me the microphone."
