Qin Muyang felt that if he kept taking the initiative to ask Gu Shinian for help, he would be angered to death sooner or later. He was a man who couldn't offer a shred of comfort despite having a mouth. After his anger subsided, the discomfort in his stomach became increasingly pronounced; he clutched his abdomen, sweat continuously beading on his forehead.
"Brother Muyang, you drank so many cups just now. Do you want to go to the hospital and have a look?"
Seeing his abnormal demeanor, Gu Shinian immediately thought of the alcohol from moments ago. A young master like Qin Muyang surely had a delicate stomach. Even if it was only a dozen or so cups.
Chapter 95