"Honey, I don't want to drink," Zhang Xiaohong's face looked unbearably ugly, pleadingly looking towards Fu Yanjie.
The little gangster girls beside her all wore schadenfreude expressions.
Fu Yanjie's face also turned extremely ugly.
It was he who had suggested playing something exciting just earlier, and now he was forced to taste his own bitter medicine.
"Kid, I am with Big Brother Tian."
"To honor a bet is the mark of a man."
"Don't you go overboard," Fu Yanjie gritted his teeth in anger.
"Hehe, who is the one going overboard?" Lin Hai squinted his eyes, showing no sign of fear.
"Wife, you drink," Fu Yanjie said, looking awful.
Zhang Xiaohong was on the verge of tears, pleading, "Honey, I can't drink, I'll serve you now, please don't make me drink, okay?"
Slap—
Fu Yanjie ferociously slapped Zhang Xiaohong across the face, snarling viciously, "You bitch, if I tell you to drink, you drink, what's with all the nonsense, do you want to die?"
