Yang Zicheng looked at Su Han and felt as if his heart had suddenly stopped. He dared not even breathe and stood there stunned, unable to react for a while.
Today was Dong Lin's first time here, so he had made the best arrangements because he was afraid of offending this important figure. But he never expected that the person he was dealing with was someone even Dong Lin had to be polite to.
What on earth was going on?
Could it be that Su Han was an even more important figure than Dong Lin? Thinking of this, Yang Zicheng bitterly smiled and realized he had kicked an iron plate!
No wonder Su Han was so confident and did not take him seriously.
"I don't drink." Su Han glanced at Dong Lin and said calmly.
He had thought that if he really had to make a move today, he would teach them a harsh lesson and let them know what it meant to be reasonable. But now that Dong Lin had come, there was no need to handle things that way.