There Is No Escape from the Clutches of Evil

Drinking between men, especially in front of women, was definitely a contest.

It was a magnificent contest, a contest between the strong and the weak; it was a contest between the strong and the weak; it was a contest between the strong and the weak.

Tao Fei also drank a little bit of red wine. In order to ease Lu Chen's pressure, she continuously toasted Han Ergou, displaying 18 types of martial arts.

Han Ergou got braver the more he drank, and the more he drank, the more he enjoyed himself. In his excitement, he mentioned a person.

Who?

Liu Er‘ni.

Han Ergou raised his glass to Lu Chen and said, I've seen Second Daughter before I came here.

'Second Daughter? ' Lu Chen was stunned for a moment. After all, a series of hilarious stories had happened between him and Leelee on their way home. Even to the extent that her father would continuously put on a farce of forcing someone to become his son-in-law.