Qin Chen glanced casually at Guan Jiaoyue with cold eyes.
Guan Jiaoyue's body trembled, and for an instant, he felt as if he'd been stared at by the Death God, his scalp tingling slightly.
The atmosphere at the scene was somewhat frozen.
The noisy sounds gradually quieted down significantly.
Shang Long suddenly started laughing, his laughter exceptionally bright; he said nothing, merely downing the drink in his cup in one gulp.
Then, he poured another cup of wine.
Once again, he held it up in front of Qin Chen, saying, "Young Master Qin, this is the second cup; give me face."
Though he spoke with a smile.
Yet, the more he acted like this, the more others felt an icy wind blowing.
This guy is definitely a smiling tiger.
"Two toasts, Young Master Shang Long has already given him plenty of face, to this extent, could he possibly still refuse?"
"If you ask me, should he refuse to drink, then he's really being unappreciative!"
