Yuan Yumeng gripped the wine glass in her hand tightly. She could almost hear it creak. She realized now that from the beginning, he was determined to be at odds with her, seeing her in a bad light no matter what.
If it were a private setting, she would've lost her temper long ago. But in this situation, she found herself caught in a dilemma.
Yuan Yumeng gritted her teeth, deliberately emphasizing the first two words, "Mr. Huo, I have already had two drinks, and you haven't had even one."
The department manager watched anxiously from the side, constantly giving Yuan Yumeng significant looks. Did she not want to survive in this circle?
Just a greenhorn and daring to challenge the famous Young Master Huo. He himself had been in this circle for over a decade, only managing to be an obedient lackey, not daring to utter a single 'no.' Yet here she was, immediately getting Young Master Huo to drink.
Where did she get such nerve?
