"Elder Xu is too kind. With seasoned veterans like yourselves here, Yecheng would not dare to claim the role of a leader. Yecheng toasts to Elder Xu—a toast to your joy in gaining a son-in-law," Yecheng said as he lifted his glass and downed it in one gulp. "I shall drink up, Elder Xu. Take your time."
"Good, that's the spirit," Elder Xu laughed heartily, finishing his drink. "Everyone, enjoy your meal. Let's move on to the next table."
With that, he led Men Chao to the next table.
After sitting down, Yecheng surreptitiously grabbed Xiaofeng's hand under the table and whispered, "Wife, there was something wrong with that drink just now."
Xiaofeng looked at him doubtfully. "The wine was poisoned?"
"Not exactly. There was something in the drink that triggers the cold poison in my body," Yecheng replied, already feeling the illness taking hold. "Soon, I will undergo a drastic change in temperament and might even do harm to others. Are you scared?"
