"Don't fill it up for me, and you drink with such gusto yourself?"
Xiao Yi's voice echoed in the private room, and the faces of all the strongmen present changed.
Especially Sha Ying, who stiffened on the spot.
In front of him…
Huang Yuwei, holding the wine jug, paused slightly and subconsciously looked towards Xiao Yi, with a hint of gratitude in her eyes.
However, Lin Bo was furious, "Bastard, what do you count for? Do you even have a say here?"
"Hm?"
Xiao Yi squinted his eyes and leaned forward slightly, about to rise.
But Sha Ying suddenly spoke up, "Xiao is right, you're a guest, how could we not fill your cup?" Having witnessed Xiao Yi's terror firsthand, the instantaneous slaying of Tan Zheng at the Peak of the Tao Tribulation Realm, he dared not provoke Xiao Yi and looked towards Huang Yuwei immediately, "Why don't you fill up Xiao's cup?"
Huang Yuwei took a deep breath and stood up, walking over to Xiao Yi's side.
However…
