"Hmph!" Zhao Ping forcefully shook off his hand, turned around, and sat back in his seat, his face now an unnatural shade of crimson.
The people around noticed this and instinctively distanced themselves from him.
Zhao Ping's alcohol tolerance was actually quite average, but he had a strong personality, and such remarks were absolutely intolerable to him. Hence, no one dared to directly point it out, and could only silently move away to avoid getting involved in any potential trouble.
The Zhao family wasn't considered extremely wealthy or prominent, but they still held some weight in their circle.
However, Li Zhen didn't really regard him highly, busy arranging for the waiter to start dealing the next round of cards.
