Yang Zicheng looked at Su Han, feeling as if his heart had suddenly stopped beating; he didn't even dare to breathe, standing there, stunned, for a long time without snapping back to reality.
Today was the first time Dong Lin had come to his place, so he had made the best arrangements, fearing he might offend this important figure. Yet, he had not anticipated that the person he was preparing to deal with was someone who even Dong Lin treated with such respect?
What in the world was going on?
Could it be that Su Han was an even bigger figure than Dong Lin? At that thought, Yang Zicheng couldn't help but smile bitterly at himself. He had really kicked an iron plate!
No wonder Su Han was so confident, disregarding him completely.
"I don't drink," Su Han said, glancing at Dong Lin.
