Wen Zhi argued back, "A full cup represents full sincerity."
Shang Hexing said, "Grandpa is famously unyielding, don't make it hard on yourself, pour some out."
Wen Zhi's eyes sparkled brightly, not showing a hint of tipsiness, and even her voice sounded charming, "Just because you can't drink doesn't mean I can't. Don't underestimate me."
Shang Hexing laughed in exasperation, "Are you serious?"
Wen Zhi nodded.
Shang Hexing withdrew his hand, "Okay, go ahead."
Wen Zhi said she would go and she did, walking up to Grandpa Han with the cup of liquor in her hand.
When Grandpa Han arrived earlier, his dislike for Wen Zhi was all too apparent.
At this moment, Wen Zhi offering a toast to Grandpa Han was clearly like putting her head against the muzzle of a gun. Some guests at other tables, eager for a spectacle, were even more curious to see what extremes Wen Zhi would go to in order to win Grandpa Han's favor and marry into the Shang family.
