"Wh-wh-what, what is that?" Wei Chengchao stammered and asked.
"Stop talking nonsense and make them drink it quickly."
With Han Lei's soft yet harsh words, she gently swiped her hand, instantly creating a small cut on Wei Chengchao's neck, from which crimson blood beads oozed.
Seeing Han Lei getting serious, the usually arrogant and overbearing Wei Chengchao immediately became more cowardly, scared into yelling.
"No, no no, I'll, I'll call them."
Only then did Han Lei stop her actions, and after Wei Chengchao took a big gasp, he looked at the two attendants.
"What are you guys standing there for? Hurry and drink it!"
Upon hearing this, the two attendants hesitated, their legs were almost giving out. "Young master, we, this..." Whom have they offended?
"I, your young master, am telling you to drink it!" Wei Chengchao yelled anxiously.
"Young master, young master." The two attendants dropped to the ground with a thud and nearly burst into tears.
