Seeing that Qiao Xi did not drink the glass of wine, Xia Cheng frowned. Xia Ji had already lost his patience and rushed over to pick up the glass, wanting to forcefully pour it into Qiao Xi's mouth. However, in the next second, his wrist was firmly grabbed by Qiao Xi.
Xia Ji looked at Qiao Xi with a shocked expression. She was only a 20-year-old girl, yet she was actually so strong. She could grab his wrist with one hand, and it seemed to be effortless.
There was not the slightest fear in Qiao Xi's eyes. Instead, she smiled indifferently. She grabbed Xia Ji's wrist and slowly exerted force. "Old Master Xia, are you going back on your word?"
Xia Cheng's expression was gloomy. Before he could speak, Old Madam Xia shouted anxiously, "Qiao Xi! What are you doing? Let go of my son! This is the Xia family's territory. You can't fool around here! Otherwise, don't blame us for being nasty!"