Zhang Guangwei's face changed when he saw Lin Jichen not drinking, feigning displeasure.

"Little Chen, I noticed you haven't had a drink. You must have this one to toast your sister's birthday."

Lin Jichen smiled sheepishly and said, "Brother Zhang, it's not that I don't want to drink. I have to return the sports car I rented later. I need to leave right after dinner, or I'll have to pay a hefty late fee."

"You're leaving right after dinner?" Zhang Guangwei raised an eyebrow.