"It's evident that you're unwilling, Miss Jing. However, in your Chinese culture, there's a saying, 'not stop until the goal is achieved.' Therefore, Miss Jing, will you drink this drugged wine by yourself, or will I have someone force you to drink it?"
The amber liquid in the transparent glass trembled slightly. The pill in the drink dissolved quickly, disappearing without a trace, making it indistinguishable from ordinary alcohol.
Mr. Suzuki didn't say anything; he was just looking at Jing Haohao with an amused look in his eyes as if admiring the prey he was about to devour.
Jing Haohao stared at the wine in front of her, silent for a while. She turned her head, looked at Mr. Suzuki, and spoke with a placid tone, "Mr. Suzuki, you've had too much to drink tonight, let's arrange another time to discuss this matter."
With that, Jing Haohao stood up. "Goodbye, Mr. Suzuki."
