Chapter 700 Jiu Xianmin_1

"Hehe."

Without speaking immediately, you walked over to Uncle Yang with a grin and placed a cotton bag on the table.

Uncle Yang glanced up, reached into the bag, and quickly pulled out a bottle of alcohol. He bit off the cap and "glug, glug" downed half the bottle in a few gulps.

"Mmm, not bad, this is good liquor. Kid, now you can speak."

"Uncle Yang, I want to borrow Jiu Xianmin."

"Pfft!"

Just as he was enjoying his drink, Uncle Yang suddenly spat it out, causing the tablet screen with Korean beauties dancing provocatively to be splashed with the liquor.

"What did you just say?"

"Jiu Xianmin. I heard you have it here."

Uncle Yang gave you an annoyed look, "No, I don't."

"No, you don't?" You were surprised at Uncle Yang's straightforward answer. After a moment of stun, you approached with a sheepish smile and said, "Uncle Yang, it could be possible."