"Han Jiajia, who do you think you are? You have no right to speak here!"
"Shut your mouth. If you dare to spew any more nonsense, believe it or not, I'll send you over there too!"
Scolded by the heavily made-up woman, Han Jiajia opened her mouth, wanting to say something. But in the end, she clamped her mouth shut, not daring to speak further.
Afterward, the woman turned to Liu Er Gou, her tone becoming soft and coy. "Handsome, come on, drink up!"
As she spoke, she picked up the glass in front of her and downed it in one gulp. Then she picked up Liu Er Gou's glass, brought it to his lips, and urged him to drink.
Watching the scene unfold, Liu Er Gou suddenly grinned. Just a moment ago, he had clearly seen the woman's finger brush against the glass as she picked it up.
No way that wasn't intentional.
The glass wasn't even full, so no matter how she held it, her hand shouldn't have come into contact with the liquid inside. The gesture was far too deliberate.
