Zhou Zheng was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Teacher Wen, you heard that? My apologies. I just like to run my mouth. How about this? To make it up to you, I'll punish myself with three drinks."
He said the words, but his hands didn't move an inch. Clearly, his offer to drink three glasses was just for show.
But Wen Ming wouldn't let it go. "Didn't you say three glasses? Go on, drink up. I'm waiting."
Zhou Zheng's face stiffened. "Teacher Wen, there's no need to be so aggressive. It ruins the mood."
Wen Ming feigned surprise. "So you were just all talk? President Zhou, if you can't back up your words, you shouldn't say them. You're just making a fool of yourself."
"You!" Zhou Zheng flushed red to his collar. 'When has anyone ever dared to speak to me like this?'
Little Liu quickly tried to smooth things over. "Teacher Wen, we just got carried away. President Zhou didn't mean any harm, so please don't take it to heart. Here, I'll drink this glass for him!"
