"This..." Qin Hao glanced at Wei Qi with a gleam in his eyes, suspecting that Wei Qi wanted to step on him. So he smirked to himself; if that's the case, don't blame me for making you pay dearly.
Qin Hao pretended to hesitate for a moment, then said, "Isn't that a bit much?"
Seeing Qin Hao decline again, Wei Qi could hardly hold back his laughter. He was certain beyond doubt that Qin Hao couldn't handle his liquor and was trying to dodge a defeat! That's why he kept refusing!
"Nothing too much about it, come on, don't worry, I'll go easy on you," Wei Qi said generously.
"Sigh." Qin Hao sighed insincerely, a mischievous grin in his heart. Wei Qi was indeed easily baited. He then said, "Since you're so insistent, alright then, let's use Louis XIII to compete!"
What?
Using Louis XIII for a drinking contest?
Is this guy out of his mind or what?
