"No wonder..."
Ye Chutang looked back at Fan Chengzhuo and saw that the pot of wine on his table was empty.
He tipped his empty cup, didn't order more, and simply placed a silver ingot on the table before getting up to leave.
Snow Drink was extremely potent. After drinking a full pot, he looked a little flushed.
But his steps remained steady as he walked straight out and boarded his carriage.
The driver gave him a token hand for support before turning, taking his seat, and driving the horses away.
"Looks like he can hold his liquor," Ye Chutang murmured. "No wonder he dared to show up like that."
He clearly knew that even after drinking, he wouldn't get drunk or do anything to lose his composure in public.
Shen Yanchuan merely glanced at the carriage before looking away. "Aren't you curious about the exact nature of his relationship with Zheng Baosu?"
