When Sun Qian tried to intervene again, the middle-aged man frowned slightly, glanced at Sun Qian, and said with a forced smile, "Little Sun, you're putting me in a tough spot here. I'm just a rough guy, but I do have some reputation."

"Isn't it just about having them drink a glass of wine? You can't even give me this bit of face? Where am I supposed to put my face then? And you keep blocking me like this, ha, it seems like you're really capable now, not even putting me and my brothers in your eyes!"

After speaking, the middle-aged man looked at Sun Qian with a playful expression.

The people with him also looked at Sun Qian with unfriendly eyes.