chapter 126 Are my legs beautiful?

There's nothing a cold beer can't solve.

If so, get a box.

Knox Sanhum wants to get himself drunk today.

That way, I won't have to kneel over the keyboard when I get home.

It was still ten boxes of ice-cold beer, each bottle costing five dollars, which made Chen Sichen's face look bitter.

Knox Sanhum didn't care about anything else. He quickly picked up a bottle of wine with both hands and gave it a thumbs up.

There was no need for a corkscrew...