C92 Soft Tendon Dispersion

"Mr. Ye, I have finished this wine. This cup of yours..."

Qiao Bei's means were still too tender. His eyes were staring at the wine in Ye Shisan's cup. His eyes were burning. Normal people could feel that something was wrong, let alone Ye Shisan, who had been through a lot of training.

Since Qiao Bei wanted him to drink so badly, he naturally could not let him down