Le Yu wanted to break the tension and stood up with a smile, "I'll drink this glass on behalf of Ming Han."
Zhu Yangyang glanced at her sideways, "And who are you to Ming Han? What gives you the right to drink for him?"
Her words spared not a single strand of emotion.
Le Yu's face turned from red to white with anger. So, Zhu Yangyang really thinks highly of herself, huh? Dream on about getting on the cover of my magazine in the future.
In the fashion world, Le Yu was considered a godmother figure. Zhu Yangyang might as well forget about making a name for herself there in the future.
Tang Boyong, seeing Le Yu being bullied, naturally couldn't stand by idly and snorted with laughter, "Some people's skin is thicker than a city wall, truly an eye-opener."
Zhu Yangyang bit her teeth but kept her stubborn gaze fixed on Ming Han.
Yun Ya glanced at Ming Han.
Ming Han, not saying a word, picked up the glass in front of him and downed it in one gulp.
