"You seem pretty miserable."
In Wang Sicong's ears, this was not a greeting but a mockery, a particularly sarcastic one!
His eyes were wide open, bloodshot, gasping heavily.
Looking at him… he resembled a bull in heat…
Meng Nan and Li noticed the tense atmosphere and glanced over. Meng Nan lowered his voice and said, "Gentlemen, why not settle your issues at the table? Using fists hurts feelings, drinking is quite manly. What grudge can't be solved with a few drinks?"
Not mentioning drinking would have been better; hearing it reminded Wang Sicong of the humiliation that started that day, all caused by alcohol!
Instantly, Wang Sicong's anger flared up, he became furious.
He jumped down from the upper bunk, grabbed the cup from the table, and threw it directly at Lin Tian.
The cup still had water in it. Although it was cold, a splash in the summer would feel comfortable, but Lin Tian didn't want to be soaked. That would seem very embarrassing and lacking in style.
