An Duxuan raised his hand and poured Li Tianyao a glass of wine.
"For our first meeting, Mr. Li, please."
Li Tianyao's slender fingers held the wine glass, swirling it gently. Somehow, he made the clear liquor take on the allure of red wine. His gaze shifted toward An Yan.
"You're a doctor. Tell me, should I drink this?"
An Yan glanced at his injured hand.
"You have a wound on your hand. You can't drink!"
It was then that An Duxuan noticed Li Tianyao's hand, his mouth twitching slightly.
"Just that little injury, and you can't even drink? Are you even a man?"
Seemingly provoked, Li Tianyao's lips curved into a smile.
"Well then, let's drink!"
An Yan reached out and took the wine glass away.
"You cannot drink!"
Li Tianyao nodded.
"Okay, I'll listen to you!"
An Duxuan watched their interaction, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
Since when did Li Tianyao possess the characteristics of a 'white lotus'? Has he gone mad?
