"You didn't wash your hands when you went to the bathroom just now." Yang Yunhai leaned back against the sofa and said, "You can drink this glass yourself."
With that, he poured himself a cup of tea and said, "I'll just drink this."
Then he tapped the cup on the table.
The implication was: that fruit wine Old Wang poured just now, he can drink it himself.
As for him, he wasn't even going to touch the fruit wine.
"This… that…" Old Wang looked around, a bit embarrassed.
"What's wrong?" Su Ziqiao sneered. "Old Wang, are you refusing to give Brother Hai face? Weren't you here to apologize? Brother Hai already accepted it. Just down this fruit wine and it's done."
What are you dragging this out for.
"Then can I drink liquor instead? Fruit wine's too weak." Old Wang said with a smile, and his pudgy hand reached out to pour himself a drink—only to see Yang Yunhai's phoenix eyes resting on him, cool and distant.
