Two light, casual sentences.
It seems like they're praising him, but actually... hehe, those who know, know.
Anyway, all the men around laughed.
Luo Fan's face stiffened, feeling extremely embarrassed.
Leng Qing glanced in his direction.
Smiling, he placed his hand on mine.
The heat emanated from his palm.
Rong Chang felt somewhat disgusted.
Leng Qing said, "Is he trying to have his cake and eat it too?"
"Hahahaha." Everyone burst into laughter.
Leng Qing holding her hand was one thing.
Now I have to put my arm around her waist.
After Rong Chang easily dodged it.
He said without changing his expression, "Sister Qiao, why don't you come with me?"
"Although you're not short of money, following me is at least better than Luo Fan."
Clenching his fist, “…”
Luo Fan's face turned as black as ink at that moment.
It's okay, he endured it for the sake of the big project that was to come.
Turning around, Luo Fan quietly took out a small white bottle from his sleeve.
By the dim light.
He poured some medicine powder into Leng Qing's wine glass.
He poured a full glass of wine into it, even though it was barely half full.
At that moment, Rong Shang saw him pick up his wine glass and sway it.
Looking back.
Their eyes met.
Luo Fan was stunned for a moment.
In just a second or two, he looked away and walked towards Leng Qing.
"Come, Young Master Leng, let me toast you."
"Okay." The man reached out to take it.
Rong Shang stopped her.
"What?" He turned to look at her.
At that moment, Luo Fan saw her glance in their direction.
He felt inexplicably nervous and subconsciously straightened his back.
The next second, she said to Leng Qing, "You drink the cup he's holding, and give him this one."
Thump!
The others were puzzled. "Why?"
Leng Qing also looked disgusted, "I don't use wine glasses that other people have used."
“Yes, yes,” Luo Fan quickly chimed in, “This is the wine glass I just used for drinking.”
He frowned, turned his head to glance at Rong Shang, and said to her, "What are you up to!"
Hand the wine over.
Just then, Leng Qing reached out to take it.
There was a crisp snap.
The wine glass cracked in Luo Fan's hand.
It fell all over the ground with a crash.
Seeing this, Rong Shang leaned back against the chair behind her, her red lips curling into a lazy smile.
Luo Fan himself was startled. He looked up, his eyes wide open.
Leng Qing, however, thought he was dissatisfied with her.
With a sour face, he stood up abruptly.
He grabbed Luo Fan by the collar, yelling, "What the hell do you mean by this?"
Luo Fan was so scared he was dumbfounded.
"No, I didn't smash the glass."
He doesn't have that ability.
Leng Qing laughed coldly, "Who else could it be but you?"
Just then, the woman behind them said something.
"Luo Fan, you were so cool just now."
Luo Fan, "..."
Enraged, Leng Qing punched him in the face.
With a loud bang.
Luo Fan fell to the side.
No one helped him up.
He lost his balance and fell to the ground, wincing in pain.
"You dare to go against me, Luo Fan?"
Leng Qing stormed over, raised her foot, and kicked him several times.
It hurts, even though I lost face.
Luo Fan still didn't dare to confront him directly.
He knelt on the ground, holding his head in his hands.
"No, no, I didn't, I really didn't."
"I didn't break the glass. I... I don't know why it broke..."
"Alright, alright." Seeing that he was willing to apologize.
The surrounding young masters rushed out to mediate.
“We’re all good brothers, I believe Luo Fan didn’t do it on purpose.”
"Yes, yes, everyone's here to have a good time today, so let's not let this little thing ruin the harmony."
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