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Zhao Baiming looked at Ye Haoyu in confusion as he walked towards him with a smile.
He was a little flattered.
He even imagined in his mind that the other party was defending Jiang Xiaomeng or something, it was all a misunderstanding. It was very likely that the other party hated Jiang Xiaomeng as much as he did!
Thinking of this possibility, Zhao Baiming couldn't help but get excited about the important discovery in his heart.
"Young Master Ye."
Zhao Baiming licked his face with a smile on his face.
Ye Haoyu on the opposite side curled his lips slightly, shook the drink in his hand and raised it slightly.
Zhao Baiming immediately raised his hand flatteringly, but the next second, the drink in Ye Haoyu's cup fell directly to the ground.
Ye Haoyu looked at Zhao Baiming and spoke innocently word by word.
"Why, Mr. Zhao, don't you want to drink this cup with me?"
"Do you think I look down on you by drinking a drink?"
Zhao Baiming was stunned.
Her face flushed with embarrassment, she had never expected this to happen.
"No, you poured it out yourself, how can you blame it on me?"
Zhao Baiming had no way to defend himself.
But Ye Haoyu shrugged his shoulders with a sarcastic tone.
"What evidence do you have, Mr. Zhao? Don't lie with nothing in your hands."
"I understand. You must be unhappy with your father arranging for you to attend the banquet. You can't vent your complaints on me. When I get back, I have to have a good talk with Mr. Zhao."
Zhao Baiming was dumbfounded.
grass!
Even more ruthless is Jiang Xiaozhan.
Jiang Xiaozhan seemed to have thought of something and immediately understood what Ye Haoyu was doing. He gave Ye Haoyu a wink and walked forward to add fuel to the fire.
Jiang Xiaozhan curled his lips into a slight smile and walked forward calmly, each word he spoke was indescribably subtle.
"That's right, it seems that Mr. Zhao is very dissatisfied with us."
There were low laughs all around.
So many people are laughing at Zhao Baiming's joke!
At this moment, Zhao Baiming was speechless. He was obviously very aggrieved, but he didn't know how to start a word.
What did he think? He racked his brains to think.
I don’t understand where and when I offended these two little ancestors!
Thinking about the repeated instructions from my grandfather before leaving.
"If you can't handle it, then with your status as the Crown Prince, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to stand up against the public opinion."
Zhao Baiming took a deep breath.
The identity of an illegitimate child always hurt his spine.
So even though he knew clearly that the two little guys in front of him were deliberately making things difficult for him, he could only grit his teeth and try his best to please them.
"Yes, yes, I was too insincere just now!"
Zhao Baiming gritted his teeth and drank the wine in his hand, then immediately filled another glass.
But Jiang Xiaozhan and Ye Haoyu did not move at all, just looked at Zhao Baiming with a smile.
Jiang Xiaozhan even brought out his full power of the Crow Mouth.
"Mr. Zhao, I advise you to be kind, otherwise you will end up being laughed at!"
Zhao Baiming opened his mouth, lowered his head and gritted his teeth.
He swallowed it again in one gulp.
The third cup.
"I'll drink three cups as punishment!"
But Ye Haoyu and Jiang Xiaozhan ignored Zhao Baiming, the clown, and raised their eyebrows.
Tsk, idiot!
The blatant indifference made it difficult for Zhao Baiming to step down, and he was so angry that his whole body was shaking.
Damn it!
He had never suffered such a humiliation!
In particular, at the end of the banquet, he was asked to perform a show, which made Zhao Baiming even more embarrassed and unable to get off the stage.
The drunk Zhao Baiming was forced to go on stage, and the song he drew to perform was "Sir, You Are Not Allowed"!
In front of all the young men and women, Zhao Baiming was almost too embarrassed to speak!
Jiang Xiaozhan grinned, looking very comfortable watching from the audience.
"Why, Mr. Zhao can't sing this song?"
Then the music started.
Zhao Baiming's face looked as embarrassed as a ripe wild persimmon.
"Sir, sir, sir, no. Sir, sir, sir, where are you? Sir, sir, sir, I miss you..."
The blush on his face gradually turned pale due to the contempt and ridicule of the young masters and young ladies in the audience!
What’s even more tragic is that the power suddenly went out in the banquet hall!
In the darkness, Zhao Baiming seemed to be kicked by someone.
A sound of "Ouch" echoed throughout the hall.
He fell and got a black eye!
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