Greetings

Greetings

Shen Wuxiao sat watching as they continued to sneer at Wang Feifan.

The voices only fell silent when a servant brought over three glasses of wine.

"Our Young Master said that everyone came here to have fun today. He hopes the three of you can turn swords into plowshares."

"Whatever the issue is, please don't argue here."

Wang Feifan pursed his lips. Damn it, it wasn't his problem.

The other side had been the one picking a fight.

He had been eating perfectly good and well when that guy had insisted on coming over to make his presence known.

The man who had mocked Wang Feifan immediately caved.

"Yes, yes, you're right. I was too presumptuous. I forgot where we are. Sorry, sorry..."

The servant picked up the tray. "Our Young Master had someone specially mix this wine. It's called Harmonious Brew."

"I believe the three of you understand its meaning. If you're willing to accept mediation, then share a drink, and this matter will be put behind us."

"Yes, yes, yes..." The man took a glass in order.

Fan Jingfeng likewise picked up a glass.

After all, this was someone else's territory, and everyone here was either influential or wealthy—second-generation elites.

Arguing here was effectively slapping the host's face.

The host had not blamed them and had instead offered mediation, which was already giving both sides tremendous face.

When it was Wang Feifan's turn, he had not intended to take one.

Someone had picked a fight with him and humiliated him, and that was supposed to settle it?

But Fan Jingfeng nudged his arm, and only then did Wang Feifan take the doctored glass.

"Alright, let's have a drink and put this matter behind us. Let bygones be bygones, and old grudges vanish with a smile!"

"Yes, yes,