Su Heng gently set down his wine cup and looked up.
What he saw was a grossly fat man forcefully smashing his wine pot onto the ground, shattering it into countless pieces at the most prominent seat with an open view.
The fat man squinted his soybean-sized eyes, and the fat on his chin trembled slightly with his breathing.
"Haven't you seen that my pot is already empty? I've called you several times, and no one pays any attention to me!" The fat man's voice was full of impatience.
In the ninth floor of Honglou, those who could come here all had some status and identity.
Strangely enough.
At this moment, this fatty was shouting loudly.
Yet, everyone else simply shut their mouths, bowed their heads in silence, and either sipped their drinks slowly, pretending to see nothing and hear nothing.
"This man is named Luo Tong, a direct son of the Luo Family." Chen Murong pulled Su Heng's arm and whispered beside him.
Fear was evident in his voice.
"The Luo Family..."