Looking at the orange juice on the ground, Cen Bin's face was very ugly.
His expression was a bit twisted and his eyes carried a bit of madness, which made Shi Shuhang take an unconscious step back.
"Old Cen, you..."
"Sorry, the orange juice spilled."
Xia Xibei looked at Cen Bin with an innocent expression.
Cen Bin's cheeks twitched for a moment, and finally, he gritted his teeth. "It's okay, let's keep drinking!"
"Old Cen!" The others were speechless. "Don't drink anymore! You're drunk, let's go back!"
Shi Shuhang also nodded, "It's late too, we have to go back."
"No!" Cen Bin yelled out, his eyes bloodshot and showing signs of madness. "If you don't drink, you're disrespecting me!"
Numbed by alcohol, he had lost his mind as he staggered back to the table, chanting, "Drink for me! You must drink!"
His eyes were dazed and delirious as he found two glasses and poured the orange juice again.
