C1719 Be Played to Death

In his heart, he was conflicted as to whether the bottle of wine in the Black Pearl's hands was a white spirit or not.

The general manager came out. He came out of the washroom, limp and shaky, looking like he'd vomited and washed his face.

His hair was flying.

Qiang Zi hurried over and helped him sit down.

The Qiang Zi was also swaying.

If I stood up now, I would probably be swaying