"Drink a shared cup of wine?"
If it weren't for the fact that this was a wine party, those rich second-generation heirs would really pounce on him and beat him up as a group.
Lin Xinran had already agreed to have a drink with him.
And yet they still wanted more?
Qin Yong trembled with rage, his face ashen.
Lin Xinran smiled sweetly, not saying a word, but she approached him.
Her white wrist encircled Su Yi's arm.
She gently lifted her head, her red lips nearing the wine glass, and delicately took a sip.
Su Yi, too, drank with a smile.
In that moment, there was a hush all around.
It was then that the security guards finally stepped forward.
If they continued to let these second-generation rich act out of anger, who knew what might happen.
"Sir, please leave, don't make it difficult for us,"
one of the security guards said coldly.
And a few other security guards had already moved to Su Yi's side, looking like they were about to make their move.
