Yue Qing's expression was cold. He clicked his tongue and did not seem to be too happy about spilling the wine in his glass.
"I'm sorry."
A cold but crisp voice rang in his ears. Blake's eyes widened. He had heard this voice more than a hundred times.
Previously, he would listen to Qing Xin's voice whenever he had nothing to do, so he naturally recognized this voice.
Was it not Qing Xin, whom he had been longing for a long time?
The tall man's good deed was ruined, so naturally, he was furious, especially when a large glass of wine was splashed onto him.
When he looked at the man who splashed the red wine in front of him, his initially furious expression turned into a wretched one.
He licked his lips.
"This beauty, how are you going to compensate me for dirtying my clothes?"
