Brother Fa looked at Song Zhaozhao regretfully, his frivolous expression subsiding as he stepped forward and sized up Song Zhaozhao.
"Don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, if things get ugly later, it won't be so easy to call it quits," he warned.
Brother Fa looked at Song Zhaozhao indifferently, threatening, "Song Zhaozhao, we dared to confront you today because we are not afraid of young Master Zheng finding out. Understand?"
Song Zhaozhao understood.
Her face pale, she stared at Brother Fa, "If you want to blackball me, then just do it!"
Brother Fa burst into a mocking laughter, heavy with sarcasm, "Blackball? You really think that's my trump card? Old master is kind-hearted for not eliminating you completely. I'll ask you one last time, are you leaving or not?"
Song Zhaozhao insisted she would not leave.
Upon her refusal, Brother Fa slapped her across the face.
