Fu Sinian leaned against the sofa, his face a little flushed from the alcohol. However, it still couldn't hide the handprint on his left cheek.
Rong Qi was still afraid that he had seen wrongly, so he leaned closer to take another look.
Tsk tsk! It was actually a palm print!
He must have done something beastly to get such a bright red slap mark. He had been beaten because of his actions!
Fu Sinian leaned on the sofa and let Rong Qi size him up. It was as if his soul had been sucked out.
Rong Qi held back the sarcastic words he wanted to blurt out. He sat down and pulled the bottle out of Fu Sinian's hand. Only then did he realize that the bottle in Fu Sinian's hand was actually empty!
His heart ached!
If he drank like this, he would not be able to finish his wine collection in the future!
"Are you okay?" Rong Qi asked with concern.