Lan Xin Ai was really worried about Lu Tian Tian, afraid she might accidentally bump into something. After all, with her big belly, she was advised not to come, but she insisted, saying that such a great show would be a real pity not to witness in person.
"I know."
Lu Tian Tian waved her hand, and the two separated again.
Lin Mengyao ran all the way to the outside of the boat, panicking, her face pale as a sheet: "There's a ghost, there's a ghost."
Many people heard her cries and looked over.
"Ah." Lin Mengyao let out a sharp scream, stepped on her gown's hem, and fell heavily onto the table set with champagne.
Crash, the champagne spilled all over Lin Mengyao's body, drenching her.
"Ah."
Moans of pain arose, and Lin Menglao's little face was full of agony as the glasses shattered into fragments, piercing her skin.
Crimson spots spread across her entire back.
The crowd was stunned, the atmosphere suddenly quieted.
