"Oh… that's great. Continue!"
Suddenly, the sounds of laughter and cheers erupted from the other side of the room.
Yan Rusheng stole a glance in that direction, catching a scene that froze both his actions and the expression on his handsome face.
His fingers unconsciously loosened its grip. The wine glass slipped from his fingers and fell with a loud crash on the floor.
He snapped out of his reverie and glanced at the floor. The dim lighting shone on the glass shards and as they reflected the light, the shards flickered.
To his surprise, he found it extremely annoying.
The shattering sounds of the wine glass had caught everyone's attention.
Someone quipped jokingly, "Third Yan, why did you smash your glass?"
"F*ck. Which of your eyes saw me smash it?" Yan Rusheng stood up furiously and swore.
His rage frightened everyone and even the music stopped.
What just happened?
