"Yang Chen, I'm toasting you, but you don't even take the wine glass. This is not giving me any face!"
Zheng Meiling was a little angry, but in order to toast Yang Chen continuously and win over Yang Chen, she still suppressed the anger in her heart.
Yang Chen said indifferently: "You already said that you toasted me to apologize, why should I drink with you?"
Hearing this, Zheng Meiling suddenly choked up.
"Okay, I'll do it, you can do whatever you want!"
Zheng Meiling gritted her teeth and said, then drank it all in one gulp.
Then, she filled herself another glass and raised her glass to Yang Chen again: "Yang Chen, I toast you with this glass!"
Still the same as last time, Yang Chen had no intention of raising a toast.
"I apologized to you just now. It's okay if you don't answer. What's the matter? This time, you still won't answer?"
There was obviously a bit of sullenness in Zheng Meiling's voice.
Yang Chen smiled faintly: "How can you only offer a toast to apologize?"
Zheng Meiling was so angry that she almost burst out, but thinking of the task assigned to her by Chen Yinghao, she had to suppress her anger.
"Then how many drinks do you want me to toast you?" Zheng Meiling asked.
"If it were someone else, I would definitely not give up without seven or eight cups, but for the sake of you being Xiaoxi's cousin, you can punish yourself with three cups!" Yang Chen said with a hint of joking.
This woman has made him unhappy for a long time. Since you are the one who wants to stir up trouble, you can't blame me, Yang Chen thought to himself.
Zheng Meiling then drank two more drinks.
Finally, he poured another glass and toasted to Yang Chen again: "This time, you won't refuse again, right?"
While everyone was astonished, Yang Chen picked up a cup of tea, gestured to Zheng Meiling, and drank it all in one gulp.
After drinking, he smacked his mouth with a smile as bright as spring breeze: "Good tea!"
"Bang!"
Zheng Meiling finally broke out, put the wine glass on the table, and said angrily: "Yang Chen, did you do this on purpose?"
"From the moment I showed up at Zhou's house, you have been saying bad things to me. Just now you were taunting me in all kinds of ways. Now you suddenly want to apologize to me. Do you think I am a fool?"
Yang Chen stared at Zheng Meiling with a bit of coldness in his eyes: "I'm warning you, it's best to put away your petty thoughts. If you dare to provoke me again, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"Bang!"
After he finished speaking, Yang Chen slapped his palm on the solid wood table. When he took his hand away, he saw a handprint on it, which was deeply dented.
This scene shocked the whole audience!
Zheng Meiling was even more frightened. She looked at the clear palm prints and then thought about her insult to Yang Chen.
If the slap just hit him in the face, wouldn't it disfigure him?
Chen Yinghao narrowed his eyes slightly, and it was only at this moment that he realized that Yang Chen was not a soft persimmon.
Despite this, he did not have the slightest fear. The masters of the Chen family, let alone leaving palm prints, would not be able to smash the table into pieces.
"Boy, you don't give me any face at all!"
Chen Yinghao finally spoke and stared at Yang Chen with an unkind expression.
Except for Yang Chen and Qin Xi, everyone else was his lackey. No one dared to speak at this time. They were obviously suppressed by Yang Chen.
If even he remained silent, all plans for tonight would be ruined.
"Who do you think you are? Are you worthy of me giving you face?"
Yang Chen's momentum suddenly surged, and he spoke domineeringly.