"You bastard, you'll pay for this."
With a furious roar, Zheng Ke raised his fist, ready to smash it down.
"Young Master Zheng!"
Seeing Zheng Ke's murderous intent, Lan Xinyu hesitated for a moment before darting in front of Ye Wushuang. "Young Master Zheng," she cried, "this man is a guest at our establishment. I hope you can give me some face and let him go."
Zheng Ke sneered. "Marry me, and I'll listen to anything you say."
"The world is vast and full of wonders. I've met many shameless people, but someone as utterly shameless as you? This is a first."
At table fourteen, Ye Wushuang remained seated. He took another sip of Fire Orchid Spirit, making the onlookers' eyes twitch. The first cup, they might have thought he was just putting on a brave face.
But now, after three consecutive cups of Fiery Fire Burning Essence, his expression hadn't changed in the slightest. This was no longer just an act.
