Yang Yang Yang

Tang Hao was an honest man making an honest living, but despite all his honesty and kindness, life often looked the other way. Even when he stood up for a man in the streets, he ended up being beaten to a pulp and the man he stood up for? He disappeared. That left Tang Hao with nothing to prove and a hefty medical bill blowing through his savings. However, while he lay unconscious in the hospital, he could feel a warmth coming from the jade pendent he wore as it began to feed him with a trove of priceless information. Now discharged, and still armed with the same naivety and honesty, what will our village peasant do with this newfound power? Will he go on to conquer the hearts of a hundred women? Will he defeat the mightiest crime lords? Only time will tell, but for now, fate has many whimsical plans for Tang Hao.

Sir President, Your Stamina is Amazing!

  Feng Yi hurriedly got up to pour her some water.


  "Those who know know know that you're drinking. Those who don't know might think that you're drinking poison."


  Feng Yi muttered disdainfully, but his hand gently lifted her small chin and handed her a cup of water.


  Moan gulped down a few mouthfuls of cold water before he felt slightly better.


  "Brother Yi, this wine is delicious, but it's a little spicy."


  Mo Su comforted his chest and commented on the red wine he had just drunk.


  It was her first time drinking, so it was normal that she was not used to it. Who said that people drank poison?


  "Even red wine is spicy? Is your alcohol tolerance bad?"


  Feng Yi sized her up and realized that her face was still a little red.


  She didn't know if it was because the red flush caused by her coughing had not faded, or if her strong wine had already arrived.


  "I'm the first, I'm the first, I'm the second" Who knew if he could hold his liquor?


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