Mrs. Xiao Liu lowered her eyes to look at the wine glass he handed over, the beautiful red glaze on blue-and-white porcelain, yet the transparent liquid inside seemed laced with poison.
She dared not take it, her fingers clenched tightly, knuckles turning pale blue, "Young Master, I... um..."
Before she could finish her words, Lu Yanbin seized her jaw, forcing her mouth open.
The strong liquor poured down her throat, and Mrs. Xiao Liu felt as if all the blood in her body had turned cold.
His pouring was fierce and swift, and in a blink of an eye, the glass was empty, yet he still didn't release her. He coldly ordered Hong Xiang, who was already stunned, "Pour the wine!"
