She casually closed the room door and Lin Lan walked inside.
The standard single room naturally didn't have a parlor, and near the window, there were a tea table with a sofa chair on either side.
Gracefully, she picked up two cups from the guest room's bar, opened a bottle of foreign liquor that Chen Hai had placed on the tea table, and poured more than half a cup into the glass cup she had taken.
"Here, Chen Hai, it's been so many years since we last met, and we've finally run into each other, this drink is to you!"
She raised her glass in front of her, toasted Chen Hai, then tilted her head back and drank the entire half-cup of liquor in one gulp.
Seeing this, Chen Hai was also helpless.
The lady had already downed it in one go, and as a grown man, it would be embarrassing for him not to drink.
The sixty-eight-degree liquor felt like fire burning down his throat.
Chen Hai began to suspect that the foreign liquor Lin Lan brought was a specialty from Russia.
