Mu Ci’s expression darkened. He was born with a deep disdain for being threatened, but looking at Xia Yiran now, he found himself powerless. With the child in her hands, he was forced to submit for the sake of the child’s safety.
"I'll drink it." Mu Ci downed the glass of red wine Xia Yiran handed him in one gulp. As the potent spirit went down, he couldn't help but feel a scorching heat in his throat.
Xia Yiran watched from the side and let out a laugh, clapping her hands as if in praise. "President Mu, you certainly have a high tolerance for alcohol."
Chapter 1928