Gu Xici heard the words, downed the red wine in his glass in one go, and said after setting the glass down, "Director Wen, you might as well speak directly, my time is also very precious."
Originally, Wen Suihan was moving a shrimp towards his mouth.
Upon hearing Gu Xici's words, the shrimp stopped at his lips.
Then, he casually tossed the shrimp onto the plate in front of him, set the chopsticks aside, and picked up a napkin to wipe his hands.
The two of them stared at each other, silent for a long time.
Just as Gu Xici reached out for the wine bottle in front of him, Wen Suihan suddenly flipped the table over.
The sound of shattering echoed in the private room, deafening.
Gu Xici's hand froze in mid-air.
It's a pity that the expensive bottle of red wine had already crashed to the floor along with the dishes.
The crimson liquid stained the brown carpet.
In the next moment, Wen Suihan had already stood up from his seat, coming before Gu Xici.
