Before Ying Yunxiang could finish speaking, Zhao Li immediately fawned over with eagerness, extending his hand towards Wen Suihan and saying, "It's been a while, Director Wen. There were some misunderstandings between us before, but all that is in the past now. Someone as magnanimous as you wouldn't hold a grudge against a small-fry like me, right?"
He thought that in front of Ying Yunxiang, Wen Suihan would give him a little face.
Who knew that Wen Suihan didn't buy into this at all, didn't even reach out his hand, and just looked at him with an indifferent face.
Ying Yunxiang at his side seemed to catch onto something as well.
But because he had drunk quite a bit earlier, his thoughts were somewhat slow, and he blurted out, "Come on, we're all friends here. If there's a misunderstanding, just clear it up. Here, I'll drink three glasses as a penalty on behalf of Zhao Li. Director Wen wouldn't refuse to give me face, would you?"
Amusingly, Wen Suihan really didn't give him face.
