This pot of wine had been entirely splashed onto Ying Qingshuang's face, leaving his face wet and stained, an utter picture of disgrace.
Put simply, when Huang Xiaolong splashed the wine, Ying Qingshuang did not struggle or resist at all. He allowed Huang Xiaolong to do as he pleased.
There was no other reason than that he simply could not believe, or rather, could not have anticipated, that Huang Xiaolong would humiliate him in such a manner.
Of all the people present, only Ying Aoshan knew that her husband was a disguised martial arts master, unfathomable in his depths. Even Ying Aotian was unaware of Huang Xiaolong's true extent.
In the eyes of Ying Qingshuang and the others, Huang Xiaolong was nothing more than an ordinary man.
Who would have thought that an ordinary man would dare to splash wine directly onto the face of a martial arts Grandmaster!
Was this not akin to a mouse biting a cat? A mayfly shaking a tree? An ant biting an elephant?
"You're seeking death!!!!"
