I'm Not Interested in Old Women Like You

Shen Xin squeezed her wine glass.

She didn't know how to respond.

Yes, who was she to Qiao Chen?

At most, they were just classmates.

And they weren't on good terms.

What right did she have to say this?

He probably didn't want to see her too.

He hadn't said a word since she stepped forward.

Did he feel that she was being too wishy-washy? Or was he angry that she interrupted him?

But he couldn't drink.

Even if he felt that she was being nosy and hated her even more, she couldn't watch him not take his body seriously.

At this thought, Shen Xin took a deep breath and suppressed her grievances. She straightened her back and said, "I'm Qiao Chen's classmate and his good friend. He's unwell and can't drink with you, so I'll drink for him.

"Don't offer him a toast anymore."

With that, Shen Xin raised her glass and wanted to drink the wine.