317 Third Yans Old Flame (1/2)

Yan Rusheng turned his head towards the door, and his expression darkened.

Jiang Zhuoheng wore an ash-gray shirt with a tie. His smile had a hint of exhaustion, and it looked like he'd had a long day at work.

A few people swarmed around him the minute he stepped in, similar to how they had flocked around Yan Rusheng earlier on.

”You're even later than Third Yan! We just punished him with three glasses, so you know what to do!”

In this group of friends, not everyone was as busy as Yan Rusheng and Jiang Zhuoheng. Most of them were wealthy bums leading lavish and carefree lifestyles.

Some of them were the second generations of wealthy families whose ancestors had battled in wars and fought valiantly.

Jiang Zhuoheng looked at the guys surrounding him, and he smiled in resignation. ”I can't decide, so you guys do it for me.”

”For the sake of fairness, double it,” someone quipped.

A few others yelled in agreement, ”Yes, make it double!”

Jiang Zhuoheng smiled helplessly at the thought of six glasses. ”There's no way I can escape, right?”

The group of friends smiled wickedly and then patted his shoulders. ”Ah Heng is the most understanding.”

”Alright.” Jiang Zhuoheng nodded and sat down.

Mimicking their earlier treatment of Yan Rusheng, they began pouring drinks and prepared the six glasses for him just like servants serving their master.

He gulped the six glasses down one after another and didn't stop at all.

He gulped down the last glass, and the room erupted with raucous applause and cheers.

This guy is just showing off!

Everyone else was raising a ruckus while Young Master Yan sat quietly at a corner. He glanced contemptuously at Jiang Zhuoheng who had just drunk six glasses.

He's only showing off. If we were really competing, my drinking capacity would far surpass Jiang Zhuoheng's.