"This..." Finally, Mr. Mo seemed to sense Chen Yiran's displeasure, so he hesitated for a moment before taking the glass from Tianxin's hands and poured half of the baijiu into his own cup. Continuing to hold up his cup as a gesture, he said: "Then I'll drink half the cup for the young lady!"
Having said that, he tilted his head back and drained the liquor in his glass in one gulp.
Chen Yiran slightly furrowed his brow; Mr. Mo has always been known in the business world as someone who could hold his liquor.
Those who had drunk with him always ended up returning home drunk.
Now, seeing him persistently urging Tianxin to drink, it seemed he was already feeling buoyant after a few cups.
"Since Mr. Mo is so gracious, I'll join you for a drink," Yiran fell silent for a moment before finally speaking up. He reached out intending to take the cup from Mr. Mo's hands, only to find that Mr. Mo had once again placed the cup in Tianxin's hands.
