"I apologize again. I'll punish myself with three cups."
When Chu He remained unmoved, Yu Qiming refilled the cup before him and drained it in a single gulp.
He then repeated the action twice more, finally turning the cup upside down.
Not a single drop of liquor dripped out.
Then, Yu Qiming sat back down.
Yu Qiming felt a wave of relief. At the very least, it seemed Chu He had no intention of pursuing the matter further.
'It makes sense, though,' he thought. 'A man of Chu He's stature...'
'...why would he bother getting bogged down with a nobody like me?'
Although Yu Qiming was typically proud and arrogant, he wasn't so prideful that he'd lost all sense of reason.
He knew perfectly well that someone like Chu He was on a level he could never reach, even with a lifetime of effort.
After sitting down, Yu Qiming nodded at Kong Qing.
Kong Qing immediately picked up her phone and sent a message.
The door to the private room opened silently, swinging slowly outward.
