After hearing Lin Fan's words, Yu Hao really felt like grabbing a bottle and smashing it over Lin Fan's head, to let him know why flowers are so red. This guy wasn't just spouting nonsense; this wine costs tens of thousands per bottle, how could it be compared to a ten-dollar one?
"Endure! I must endure! When it comes to the fight, let's see how arrogant this punk can still be!"
Yu Hao kept chanting the word 'endure' in his mind!
Lin Fan had another drink and poured himself another glass, smiling as he said, "Three rounds of drinks, five flavors of food, Mr. Yu, I toast to you again."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Fan downed the glass again. Yu Hao couldn't refuse to drink, so he downed his as well. But as the wine slid down his throat, all he felt was a fiery sensation; even though he had drunk Royal Salute before, he had never downed glass after glass like this.
