Su Yan's words sounded to Quan Ci's ears soft, like coquetry, yet filled with grievance and annoyance.
He hugged her close and with cool eyes, glanced over at the chubby man.
Producer Fang shook his hand, looking at the aggressive approach and wanting to explain something.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding..."
But before he could finish, two Black-clothed Men suddenly came over and pressed Producer Fang into a chair.
Quan Ci curled his lips, his handsome and captivating appearance made people frequently lose their focus, yet his voice was indeed cruel
"Pry open his mouth, pour."
Then watched as glasses filled with a mix of red wine, white wine, and various cocktails were forcibly poured down.
All those present thought that this was to vent anger for Su Yan, and that it would end after those three cocktails were poured.
