Sam gulped down two glasses of wine and said nicely, "it's unfair to me that you're speaking in Chinese. I don't understand Chinese. Why don't we play dice?"
"What do you want to play?"
Su Ji shook her head.
Sam did not understand Chinese, but he understood the headshake, "it's very simple! Whoever gets the highest wins and the loser must drink. Beauty, you could at least play this with me right?"
Without waiting for Su Ji and the rest to agree, he gestured to the waiter behind him.
In a short while, the VIP table was filled with glasses.
Pei Huai and Su Ji noticed that one of the glasses was brought over by Sam's manager from behind.
There was clearly a problem.
Sam noticed their gazes and pretended to casually change the positions of all the glasses on the table.
Finally, he stopped and raised his eyebrows at the two of them with a smug expression.
