"That Wang Xingyuan, brat, utterly a brat!"
"How dare he humiliate us like this!"
A man's face flushed slightly, seemingly drunk, suddenly shouted, slamming the wine bowl heavily on the table with a clang, his eyes barely open, appearing highly aggrieved.
A few retainers surrounded him, along with two accompanying servants.
On the round table, besides fine wine and roasted meat, there were also fresh vegetables rarely seen in winter, and various fruits. At this moment, the place was a mess of dishes and cups everywhere. The man, with greying temples and dressed in a blue robe, his drunkenness rising, shed his usual cautious elegance, his fingers tapping the table producing a crisp sound, glanced around at the people, and said:
"What skills does he have?!"
