In the vast dining room, the scent of gunpowder between the two was threatening to overpower the aroma of the food.
That strong smell of gunpowder.
Gu Chenxiao had shut Qin Wang up with a single sentence, and as Qin Wang looked like he was about to explode, Song Yan pursed his lips. In such a scene, his father deliberately stayed out of it, seemingly unfazed by the prospect of the two actually coming to blows.
She cleared her throat lightly to break the tense atmosphere and said in a low voice, "Is it the wine that doesn't taste good, or the dishes? Why so much talk?"
Upon hearing this, the two men restrained themselves a bit.
Song Chengye observed everyone in the room, took a sip of his wine, and smiled with profound meaning.
"Chenxiao, how did you and my Yanyan meet?" Song Chengye suddenly asked.
"By chance, at a cocktail party, she ran into some trouble."
Song Yan paused, then turned to give him a look.
