Xu Tong glanced at the wine, then at Fu Chenlie, and spoke in a panic: "Mr. Fu, I... I'm Wan Ning's friend, you can't treat me like this. How will you explain this to Wan Ning when she returns?!"
Fu Chenlie didn't soften at Xu Tong's words, his gaze indifferently sweeping over the bodyguard: "What are you standing around for? Do you not know how to give someone a drink?"
The bodyguard immediately pinched Xu Tong's jaw and poured the wine down her throat.
Xu Tong pressed her lips tightly together, turning her head to avoid it. Her previously pretty eyes were filled with rejection and resistance. She struggled to escape the bodyguard's grip and hurriedly spoke to the man: "Mr. Fu, I know news about Wan Ning. Let me go, if you let me go I'll tell you Wan Ning's news!"
These words made a brief hesitation flash in Fu Chenlie's eyes.
He quickly gave the bodyguard a look, and the action of pouring wine was timely stopped.
Wen Ran sat beside Fu Chenlie, sensing something ominous.