Qiao Mo withdrew her gaze and apologized to the somewhat embarrassed men opposite her, "I'm sorry for interrupting your fun."
"It's nothing, it's my fault for not being attentive," the man raised his glass, trying to ease the atmosphere and attempted to toast Qiao Mo, but realizing she didn't seem entirely comfortable, he quickly turned his glass towards Fu Nancheng.
"Young Master Fu, it's a pleasure to meet you by chance, let me toast you, let's pour the drinks!"
As soon as the man spoke, two waiters who had been standing by came forward to pour drinks for everyone.
Because Tingyu Pavilion is known for its traditional gourmet Chinese cuisine, most of what was ordered were beer and white wine.
After the waiters filled the glasses for the men, one of them walked over to Qiao Mo and asked, "Excuse me, Miss..."
Fu Nancheng interrupted coldly, "She doesn't drink."
Qiao Mo lifted her eyes to look at him, her gaze indifferent, and said softly, "I want to drink."
