Chu Tianying looked at Gui Xiao with disdain and finished the wine in his glass in one gulp. Gui Xiao didn't speak and took a sip of wine but choked on the taste of red wine, coughing and spitting it out onto the table. In a panic, he pulled out several tissues and wiped the table clean.
"Spirited!"
Chu Tianying was quite dissatisfied with this guy.
Ye Tian, who was sitting silently, casually crossed his legs and put them on the table. A domineering aura inadvertently radiated from him, but then he quickly realized that doing so seemed to embarrass Gui Xiao, who was next to him. So, he let Gui Xiao put his legs up on the table and stick a cigar between his lips, but the effect didn't seem very good. The kid leaned back on the couch with legs propped up and shoulders slumped—far from the demeanor of a gang leader and looking entirely like a common hooligan.
"Cut it out and sit up properly. To the uninitiated, it looks like there's a stroke-afflicted old man lying here."
