Fu Anlan gently touched Feng Jianing's back a few times, signaling her not to cause trouble in front of the two young masters of the Han family. Their Feng family's status was incomparable to the Han family. They couldn't wait to curry favor with them, so how could they offend them?
Feng Jianing could only endure the heartache of having to pay five million. She could only swallow her anger and drink the fruit juice in her glass. She would treat it as if she had clinked glasses with Han Jinlu.
Feng Jianing was rejected in front of the two young masters of the Han family. She hurriedly picked up her glass and looked for Feng Qing. She even specially got the servant to pour a glass of high-quality white wine for Feng Qing. Then, she said with a harmless smile, "Qingqing, thank you for coming to my engagement banquet. You and my Beining had some misunderstandings previously. As long as you drink this glass of wine, everything will be written off. How about that?"
