Mu Yiliang raised her glass, but Yan Sijue firmly grasped her wrist.
Without hesitation, he took the glass of wine and poured it straight onto the floor. His expression was calm, his demeanor casual, as if he were merely spilling a glass of water at home.
Ci Jin's arrogant smile froze, and his face darkened. "Young Master Yan, what do you mean by this?"
"My companion isn't suitable for drinking either, apologies." Yan Sijue said the words of apology, but they held no sincerity.
Ci Jin sneered, "I don't think it's that she can't drink, but that Mr. Yan isn't giving face, right?"
"It's just a health reason, what's it got to do with face? Mr. Jin is overthinking." Yan Sijue skillfully deflected.
Ci Jin glared at him, clutching a wine glass so tightly it was nearly crushed, when Old Yang immediately spoke up.
"Old Jin, today's a rare opportunity, don't get angry." He chuckled, "Young Master Yan always has this temper. I heard Mr. Yan even dares to talk back to Old Sir Yan."
