"Bang——"
The fork slipped from Jin Chenye's hand and hit the floor with a crisp metallic sound.
"Ye, are you okay?" Meng Ziqi stood up anxiously from his seat, intending to reach for Jin Chenye's hand.
"I'm fine, it was just a slip." Jin Chenye politely avoided Meng Ziqi's hand and glanced at a nearby waiter; someone immediately stepped forward to pick up the dropped fork and replace the entire set of tableware.
"So Mr. Jin can't even handle steak since he returned to the country." Dan Hanjie gave an arrogant, icy smirk, a coldness spreading from him. His words were tinged with frostiness.
"Mr. Dan, you're joking, here's a toast to you." Jin Chenye lifted his glass of red wine.
"Me too." Meng Ziqi also raised her glass, her demeanor was like that of Jin Chenye's wife, her every move was genteel.
Jin Chenye's brows furrowed slightly, but he remained silent.
