Ji Chicheng didn't answer him, his face cold and indifferent.
Qi Helian wasn't intimidated by him either, and immediately called out to the people at the table, "Everyone, let's make sure he drinks up. The groom can't be let off easy."
Upon hearing this, everyone cheered even louder, each holding up their wine glasses towards Ji Chicheng, offering toast after toast.
Ji Chicheng frowned at them, unwilling to respond, knowing he wouldn't drink and they couldn't do anything about it.
What's this thing called face?
Why should he care about giving it to them?
He was about to turn and leave when suddenly a familiar man's voice came from behind, "No problem, everyone can drink with me."
With those words, Charles appeared beside Ji Chicheng, smiling at the crowd trying to get Ji Chicheng to drink.
The forced amiability couldn't conceal his innate charisma and regal demeanor.
