Yan Qing clutched her snow-white forehead in some agony, unable to fathom that Bai Yan had truly splashed wine across Ma Mubo's face.
Now, the situation had completely blown up!
"Mr. Ma, I'm so sorry, so sorry!"
Yan Qing hurriedly stood up, hoping to do something for Bai Yan.
Bai Yan stopped Yan Qing with his hand, his expression indifferent as he looked at Ma Mubo.
"Mr. Bai, is this really the appropriate way to behave?"
Ma Mubo's mouth twitched, and he struggled to hold back the rage in his heart, taking a deep breath and gently wiping his face with a tissue from the side.
He was indeed adept at playing it cool; even getting a faceful of wine didn't make him blow his top.
"Appropriate? I think it's perfectly fine."
Bai Yan shrugged his shoulders, smiling merrily at Ma Mubo: "You're so low, you deserve to be doused with wine!"
Ma Mubo's face darkened, but he said nothing.
