In the flame bar.
In a luxurious private room, Qin Ze raised his head and drank up half of the bottle of wine in one gulp. Then he threw the bottle to the ground and broke it into pieces, mixing it with more pieces.
"Young Master Qin, don't drink anymore. If you drink too much, it won't be worth it." Beside him, the little fat man Qian Wanliang tried to persuade him.
Qin Ze's eyes were scarlet, and there was a kind of drunken smell in them. He said, "That Qin guy ruined my plan again this time. I was criticized in front of my grandfather. I'm not convinced!"
Qian Wanliang quickly said, "Master Qin, it's not necessary. You don't have to compare with that kind of person at all."
At this moment, Lu Yunsong also tried to persuade him. "Young Master Qin, winning or losing is no
