Bai Jingze gently swirled his glass of wine, staring intently at Ding Wei.
A bone-chilling cold permeated the air.
"Young Master Bai, I had already called the police before I came... If you dare to touch me, the police won't let you off. You are the prime suspect," Ding Wei forced herself to calm down, her voice cold.
Upon hearing this, Bai Jingze laughed with a 'puff'.
The bodyguards around him followed suit with a cold, mocking laugh, their smiles icy and sarcastic.
"Threatening me?" Bai Jingze's lips curled into a profound arc.
"Since Secretary Ding won't drink a toast, you'll have to drink a forfeit."
Bai Jingze signaled with his eyes suddenly.
Two bodyguards stepped forward and pinned down Ding Wei's shoulders.
Ding Wei's delicately beautiful face turned deathly pale, "What are you doing..."
Bai Jingze stepped forward with his glass, grabbing her delicate, chisel-like little face.
