While Chen Yang was smiling as he declined, the men and women around him also began to speak up with smiles on their faces, feeling that it wasn't appropriate.
But that Liu Zhile, the fashionable man, came specifically to bully Chen Yang, so how could he simply let it go just because Chen Yang refused?
"Haha," Liu Zhile continued with a smile, "What's inappropriate about it? We're just messing around for fun, we are all friends here." Then he immediately looked at Chen Yang again, "Come on, Brother Chen Yang, join us, show some face."
Liu Zhile persisted in urging Chen Yang to join, and by then, Chen Yang had already sensed that Liu Zhile was definitely setting him up.
So he still waved his hand, "Hehe, really, I'm not up for this kind of drinking game, I truly don't know how to play."
Chen Yang's refusal was very polite.
But in Liu Zhile's view, Chen Yang seemed somewhat ungrateful, and his face quickly turned sour.
"Are you sure you won't give face to me?"
