Seeing Sun Zheng appear once more, Li Liping's face turned livid. With a heavy snort, she didn't even bother to lift her head. It seemed Sun Zheng didn't notice Li Liping either, his attention solely focused on Lin Feng.
Sun Zheng, however, carried himself with an air of nonchalance. Without waiting for Lin Feng to agree, he casually popped the cap off the baijiu bottle and poured drinks into two empty cups.
If an onlooker were to chance upon the scene, they might mistake him for Lin Feng's good friend, thinking he was proposing a toast.
But Lin Feng knew better. Sun Zheng wasn't the type to extend such courtesies; he was clearly there to make him drink. Just moments ago, the erected screen had been a slap in Sun Zheng's face. He wouldn't be so magnanimous.
"Thank you, I'm merely a fellow alumnus of Li Liping," Lin Feng said with a faint smile, gracefully accepting the cup Sun Zheng handed him. He wanted to see what tricks this bastard had up his sleeve.
