But just as Beitang Chuxin stood dumbfounded, Qi Jiu suddenly snatched up a glass of red wine next to him and threw it across the table.
Qi Jiu's grasp was skillful. The red wine flew out of the glass without dispersing in the air, like a red ribbon tracing a beautiful arc, before splattering on Beitang Chuxin's face.
Beitang Qing, who was sitting to the left of Beitang Chuxin, had already leaned away to avoid being splashed by the wine.
Faced with this sudden spectacle, no one at the table expressed any shock or disbelief.
Beitang Chuxin, her face soaked with wine, was utterly stunned.
The wine that was served on this table was naturally top-of-the-line. The price of the wine that was thrown out was substantial.
Qi Jiu, intoxicated by the enticing aroma of the wine, put down his glass and remarked, "What a waste of good wine!"
