Li Xiaoliang noticed Bao Tingting's lovestruck gaze glued to him, and a fierce hostility darkened his severe, handsome face.
He stared at the girl raising her glass, saying nothing, but his dark, deep-set eyes shot out a piercing glare.
Bao Tingting was terrified, but with so many people watching, she would lose face if she backed down.
She could only steel herself, raising her glass a little higher and giving it a little wave at the intimidating man before her.
"I'll drink first, as a sign of respect," she said, before downing her drink in a single gulp.
In truth, Bao Tingting had a very good impression of Mu Ziquan, even though he had been rather nasty to her.
But when Mu Ziquan met her grandmother and father, he had been polite, courteous, handsome, and charming.
He was a man of rare refinement, a gentleman without peer. She had once dreamed of marrying him.
