"Stop, stop, stop!"
"Alas, what a pity."
Some guests with the same purpose couldn't help but shout, some even used their sleeves to fan the air, attempting to make the wine cup stay in front of them.
Xu Qing saw Wu Zhiyuan's expectant and nervous look and secretly chuckled in his heart.
When the tray holding the wine cups came close, he made a slight movement with his hand hidden in his sleeve, creating an imperceptible ripple, like a gentle breeze, stopping the floating wine cup in front of the Wu brothers.
Instantly, Wu Zhiyuan's handsome face turned red, feeling his whole body filled with boiling blood.
"Haha, I've won!"
He suddenly stood up, then eagerly bent down, carefully holding the wine cup with both hands. His joy was even stronger than when he had topped the provincial examination.
