After Roger took two big mouthfuls, most of the liquor in the glass had gone down.
In his opinion, as long as he clenches his teeth and holds on a little longer, he can make a push to dry this cup altogether. But at this time, Floyd by his side was still holding a wine glass and didn’t dare to speak. He didn’t dare to speak, but the one next to his son was a quick one!
This made him panic immediately "If this bastard drinks first, then am I finished?"
Thinking that he had slapped him just now, Floyd was even more embarrassed and angry and he immediately coughed hard, stared at Roger, and scolded "Cough! You unfilial son! You drink so fast, do you want me to be rewarded with an extra cup?!"
Roger was about to pinch his nose and take the rest of it and suddenly heard his Dad’s roar and was so frightened that he almost didn’t hold the wine glass. He came back to his senses in a panic, then looked at Floyd, only to realize that the liquor in his father’s glass had not been touched.
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