Cheng Yu sat casually to the side, his fingers resting on his knee, lightly tapping twice, "Want a drink?"
Just as I was about to nod, a slender hand reached over and took the glass right out of Cheng Yu's hands, "Huanhuan has never liked drinking since she was little."
As soon as Gu Tingshen finished his sentence, I saw Cheng Yu's eyes grow deeper, his entire demeanor like a tiger about to pounce, his voice laced with danger, "Director Gu, since when did your job involve managing other people's household matters?"
"This hardly counts as a household matter," Gu Tingshen replied calmly, a silent aura radiating from him as he told Cheng Yu, "Forcing someone to drink, if the drinker encounters any danger, everyone present bears joint responsibility."
His official demeanor made the young and powerful scions snicker all of a sudden.
They gathered in groups of two or three, holding their glasses and whispering, Gu Tingshen was only riding on his father's coattails, what else was he?
