The drink offered by that man was accepted by Wen Suihan.
To show their respect, everyone raised their glasses one by one to toast with Wen Suihan.
Wen Suihan's face carried a smile as he drank every glass without exception.
Jiang Yi sat beside him, watching him down each glass, and felt that Wen Suihan's smile never reached his eyes when facing the group of people.
Even so, he remained elegantly handsome in a way that made it difficult for others to look away.
Jiang Yi thought: So this is how he used to socialize...
After finishing the last sip of his drink, Wen Suihan's hand, which had been resting on his lap, clenched into a fist. Then, he lowered his head and coughed softly twice.
It was then that Jiang Yi remembered that he seemed... still to have a fever.
Meanwhile, the buxom "princess" had already made her way across the dining table and walked up to Wen Suihan, refilling his glass.
