"Everyone disperse; don't disrupt the normal course of the ball," Ye Fan said indifferently, and the entrepreneurs obediently dispersed. Zhang Ming and his group didn't leave but stayed to chat with Ye Fan. It had been a long time since they'd seen each other, so naturally, there was much to talk about.
Zhu Bowei, with a darkened face, announced the official start of the ball, then pondered over how he could make Ye Fan embarrass himself at the event. It had to be clever, and it needed to make Ye Fan lose face.
Ye Fan and Zhang Ming raised their glasses and shared a drink together.
After placing his glass down, Ye Fan looked at the red wine on the table and said, "I usually find white spirits quite agreeable. Suddenly drinking red wine, I really feel somewhat unaccustomed to the taste."
