"Hm? Dared to refuse us!"
"Hmph, a little model, also dares to be arrogant in front of us?"
"Totally oblivious to the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth."
Everyone saw Xiang Lan'er turn to leave and were all filled with anger.
"Hmph, the little bitch, pretending to be all high and mighty in front of us?" Feng Lun suddenly ripped off his mask of civility, his expression turning fierce as he grabbed Xiang Lan'er's hand.
"Let go of me."
Xiang Lan'er began to panic, struggling hard.
"Hehe, Xiang Lan'er, don't choose to refuse the toast only to be forced to drink as a forfeit. We're giving you a chance today, just stay and drink with us, any amount of money will do," said a big boss, holding a glass of wine and smirking.
"Top stars, like Bingbing and the rest, drink with me for just a million. Stay, and I'll give you three million," another tycoon chuckled smugly.
They were all confident.
