She raised her wine glass, smiling warmly at Ji Chicheng.
She then glanced at everyone present, knowing they all disliked Ji Chicheng and thought this was a good opportunity to set him up.
So, they all followed Yang Danning's lead, raising their glasses to toast Ji Chicheng one by one, uttering flattery about how close they had been with the old master.
Ji Chicheng accepted each glass with calm resolve.
Though not fond of smiling, his lips still bore a slight, intriguing smile.
As he drank glass after glass, his expression remained unchanged, with only a faint blush, seeming tipsy but not quite drunk.
Once the round was over, a dozen people, each downing their drink in one go, had nearly emptied a bottle of red wine by the end.
