A five-kilogram barrel of Maotai, and even before the feast began, at least two kilograms were already in Yang Fei's stomach.
This kind of massive consumption left everyone at the table, all privileged young heirs, utterly astonished.
A girl at the next table to Yang Fei, about fifteen or sixteen, dressed in a Nike tracksuit, watched Yang Fei with great interest, her big eyes swirling.
In the season of blossoming youth, it's the most rebellious time.
For the girl, this kind of boring gathering, where you can't play with your phone or speak or move freely, is truly tedious.
However, beside her, was Yang Fei, a complete monster, with a swaggering, world-dominating attitude.
This cocky demeanor, in the girl's eyes, was utterly cool.
Bam!
Yang Fei downed another bowl of liquor, putting the ceramic bowl on the table with a slightly loud clink, the smell of alcohol lingering.
A guy next to Yang Fei, resembling Monkey, couldn't hold it anymore.
