Wen Linhan pressed her shoulder and said with a solemn look. "Qing, I know you are in a bad mood, so I won't blame you for giving up the great opportunity in the United States and coming all to Hai City to be a guest professor. But you are allergic to alcohol. How can you run out to drink? Do you want to kill yourself or what?"
Wen Leqing didn't speak but struggled hard in his arms. After just such a short time, her neck was already red and full of red bumps, which was the symptom of allergy. These little bumps were making her sore and itchy and she almost couldn't breathe, but it didn't hurt as much as the fact that this man was going to marry another woman.
