345

"Come on, let's toast. Those movies all talk about this '82 Lafite—I'm going to taste it today and see if this wine really is that good."

Su Chen said flamboyantly, then gently clinked his glass against Xia Qiuru's.

After hearing Su Chen's words, Yu Guangping had also wanted to join the toast, but by the time he reached his glass towards the center of the table, Su Chen and Xia Qiuru had already raised their glasses and started drinking.

Yu Guangping, holding his glass mid-air, suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed, a storm of frustration brewing in his mind.

"Mr. Yu, you wanted to toast too? You should have said something earlier!"

Su Chen remarked, looking at the wine glass Yu Guangping was holding.

With a hearty gesture, Su Chen reached out his glass to clink against Yu Guangping's.

"Clang"