With those words, the already frosty atmosphere plummeted to freezing point.
Shi Mei felt like she was pricked sharply in her heart, and at that moment, it was as if an ice pick viciously pierced through her.
Excruciatingly painful, bitterly cold.
Shi Lingyan put down his glass, showing rare enthusiasm, "Didn't we say we were going to play a game? How shall we play?"
Besides Tang Jingming, Ye Tiao, Shi Mei, Shi Lingyan, and Xu Cuo, there were also three friends of Xu Cuo present.
These three friends knew Ye Tiao, and had long heard of the great Shi Lingyan, but they weren't acquainted with the other two.
Even so, they already had wild gossip and speculation about the massive amount of information between Shi Mei and Shi Lingyan.
Hearing this, Xu Cuo laughed, "Right, right, let's play a game."
One of Xu Cuo's friends spoke up, "Since Brother Shi can't drink, let's do something else."
"Okay," Shi Lingyan spoke indifferently, "just drink."
