Ball Kicking at the Alliance Meeting (IV)

After embarrassing himself, Yang Tao sat down quietly in the audience like a decoration. He looked at the wine bottle before him and felt the temptation in his stomach building up.

"Shao Yang, just let me drink a little. Just one cup, please?"

"Not even one drop." The young scholar glanced coldly at him. Yang Tao froze up at the look. "Your injury is still not fully healed, yet you still want to drink wine?"

Yang Tao hung his head down in melancholy as he watched his father, Yang Jian, drinking boldly in front of him.

"Father, you still have a sword injury too. You shouldn't be drinking."

Yang Jian shot him a sharp look. "You little rascal, you dare speak up to question your old man's business now?"

Yang Tao was stunned silent.

He'd now been stabbed twice by his own best friend and father. Yang Tao's heart was broken and shattered!

The young scholar by the name of Shao Yang held a bottle of wine and scanned the surroundings.