The fierce taste of the liquor slid down Ye Chen's throat and into his stomach, making him let out a long, refreshing breath.
Yu Wenzhao's face turned dark again; he even had the impulse to fight Ye Chen, but seeing the bottle Ye Chen was holding, he hesitated.
"Friend, let's talk this over. I know I was wrong before, and I apologize to you and that, uh, that waiter."
"No worries, the two of us don't need your apology. Just give me three million, and I'll sell you this outfit; otherwise, there's no alternative."
"But, but I don't have that much money."
Yu Wenzhao steeled his heart, planning to play poor and hope Ye Chen would ask for less.
But what he didn't expect was that as soon as he finished speaking, Ye Chen's originally amiable expression instantly turned cold.
