The two gradually approached Zheng Minghuai and his companion.

At this moment, Zheng Minghuai was chatting happily with someone, holding a wine glass in his hand, a slight smile on his lips, generous and confident.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zheng Minghuai saw Xia Wan and Cui Ziqi approaching, and ended the conversation with a few words.

Just as he was about to turn around, Xia Zhizhi's wine glass accidentally bumped into his clothes.

Red wine spilled on his light gray custom-made suit. Xia Zhizhi hurriedly grabbed a tissue from the table and apologized to Zheng Minghuai while wiping it off.

"I'm sorry, Brother Minghuai, I didn't mean to. I didn't know you would turn around suddenly."

A flicker of impatience crossed Zheng Minghuai's eyes for a moment, but when he met Xia Zhizhi's aggrieved gaze, he couldn't muster any anger.

He placed his wine glass on the table beside him, took the tissue from Xia Zhizhi, and gently comforted her, "It's okay, you can change your clothes later."

Xia Zhizhi looked at Zheng Minghuai with guilt and took a half step back.

"Then, Brother Minghuai, I'll go with you to change your clothes later."

Zheng Minghuai nodded, his expression showing no sign of blame.

Xia Zhizhi's body blocked the wine glass.

When Xia Wan and Cui Ziqi walked over, Xia Wan could not see Xia Zhizhi's movements from her perspective.

However, Cui Ziqi noticed Xia Zhizhi throwing medicine into Zheng Minghuai's wine glass.

He raised his eyebrows.

It seems Zheng Minghuai has quite a few enemies.

"Now is a good opportunity. The wine glasses are on the table. I'll cover for you while you make your move."

Xia Wan whispered in Cui Ziqi's ear.

Cui Ziqi nodded.

The two walked up to Zheng Minghuai. Xia Zhizhi seemed startled and hurriedly hid behind Zheng Minghuai, looking guilty as if she had just done something wrong.

Xia Wan glanced at her questioningly, while Xia Zhizhi lowered her eyes, not daring to look at her.

Zheng Minghuai looked at Xia Wan, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips, and then tossed the crumpled paper in his hand onto the tray held by the servant who was bowing his head beside him.

"Will Miss Xia come to greet me again?"

Just as Zheng Minghuai turned his head, Cui Ziqi quickly reached out and poured all the medicine Xia Wan had given him into the wine glass.

His movements were so fast that Xia Wan could only catch a glimpse of the afterimage of his hand retracting.

Shallow bubbles rose in the wine glass, but within a second, the remaining red wine returned to calm, as if it had never received any foreign object.