The wine glass sprung from Mr. Lin's hand, hitting the hanging crystal chandelier above, making it sway. The glass shattered two light bulbs, making two crisp noises, and fragments of glass showered down.
The people at the table were startled, scattering in all directions, accompanied by women's screams.
Liang Chen just stood there unmoving, ignoring the glass shards hitting his shoulders, an aura of fury radiating from his body.
The atmosphere in the private room had become somewhat stifled.
Although Liang Chen was of noble birth and had a cold demeanor, he had never lost his temper in a business setting before.
His face looked somber and terrifying, scaring others off from daring to step forward and calm him. They could only hold their breaths and watch from the sidelines.
The large chandelier was still swinging above, casting constantly changing shadows on Liang Chen's face.
