Just as Fang Yi said, he wasn't worried at all. After cleaning the blood off the floor, Fang Yi came over to the table and sat down.
"Fatty Song, pour everyone some wine." Fang Yi said.
"Oh, oh."
Song Wuliang stood up and picked up the strong alcohol Zhao Guosheng had brought and poured drinks for everyone. All present drank except for Qian'er, and after pouring the drinks, Song Wuliang considerately poured Qian'er a glass of orange juice.
At the moment, present at the table were Fang Yi, Song Wuliang, Qian'er, Mao Yanfeng, Zhao Guosheng, Hua Huiyue, and Jin Yuzhi. Just the few of them forming a circle, and everyone's eyes were focused on Fang Yi.
Fang Yi smiled slightly and said, "What are you all looking at me for? Want me to toast you? Alright, I'll humor you, lift your glasses."
Fang Yi raised his glass, and the others followed suit.
