Yan Mo looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "Don't you want money? How about a hundred thousand a bottle?" Yan Mo knew that he couldn't drink but still kept pressing forward. He looked at the wine in front of him in silence for a long while, then picked up the glass and started drinking. Yan Mo frowned, knowing that he was in pain, but he was still determined. Watching him drink bottle after bottle, he suddenly stood up, grabbed the bottle and threw it to the ground...
Intention: Cherish the people in front of you