Seeing this, Li Fengjie also started to panic.
She was essentially a pimp, plain and simple, just facilitating connections.
Hoping they would take a liking to each other and then she could make a little margin in the middle.
But now, both sides had clearly fallen out.
She knew about Zhao Yongqiang's history, he used to be a thug, fearless, capable of anything.
If Wang Lu were really made to drink the whole bottle, she would be poisoned to death.
"President Zhao, please, calm down. She's just a yellow-haired girl, just started her sophomore year, she doesn't know anything yet. There's no need to stoop to her level."
"I've already shown a lot of face, tried to toast her three or five times and she won't drink," said Zhao Yongqiang.
"You ask around in the circle, what kind of person I, Zhao Yongqiang, am. If she doesn't drink this bottle today, she's not leaving."
"But this bottle is over 50% alcohol, and she's just a young girl, she absolutely can't drink it."
