C460 The Bad Intentions

"Mr. Zhong, mind if I join you for a bowl?" Hsiao Rann had caught the fleeting look on Zhong Zhentao's face. Regardless, Zhong had taken a drink, and if Hsiao Rann backed down now, it would be like conceding defeat. How could he then continue to serve as Elder Mei's shield? Seizing the moment Zhong Zhentao was momentarily stunned, Hsiao Rann quickly poured himself a bowl of wine and drank