"Drink when you're told. Who do you think you are? For a bitch like you, getting a toast from Qinghuan is an honor you couldn't earn in eight lifetimes. Don't be so ungrateful," Zhao Meina sneered.
Su Mu'er's expression darkened. "I'm sorry, Young Master Huangfu, but I really don't drink."
SPLASH!
Huangfu Zhen flung the contents of his cup right in Su Mu'er's face.
"What the hell are you doing!" Su Youwei roared, lunging at Huangfu Zhen.
But Su Mu'er grabbed him and held him back.
"You want to hit me? Go ahead, I dare you. Throw that punch, and you, along with your entire family, will die!" Huangfu Zhen sneered, thrusting his face forward.
He was only this arrogant because he knew they wouldn't dare lay a hand on him.
"Don't be impulsive," Su Mu'er told Su Youwei. Though deeply humiliated herself, she knew they couldn't afford to offend him.
In the face of the Huangfu Family, their Su Family was nothing.
