chapter 712 Don't you give me, Mr. Lin, face?

There were eleven people at this table. However, they circled Michael. After one person toasted, another person immediately followed him. Michael Kept drinking wine. After one round, Michael had already drunk ten glasses of liquor, three taels per glass, which was a large amount of alcohol. Mexpen looked a little shocked. If it were him, he would probably have to lie down. He never thought that Isabella's husband had such a fantastic drinking capacity. Fortunately, after finishing the tenth glass...