uth shut!"Then Zhao Ping'an welcomes all who come.In the blink of an eye, the twelve bottles of Moutai on the table were gone, and another six brought out were also drained.Only Zhao Ping'an, Qi Tian...'ll kill you!"Zhao Ping'an: “...”One monk carries water, two monks carry water, three monks have no water to drink.And nowThree women made me become a monk!This is the end.Zhao Ping'an found an empty...