Huang Mengluo still had the same innocent expression, but in the depths of her innocent eyes, there was no time to hide the evil.
Huang Mengluo pursed her lips and smiled, “Aiya, why did this cup fall again? Please clean up this place and change another Cup for me.”Seeing that Jun Jun’s back was wet, huang Mengluo pretended to be surprised. “Oh my, I got you wet. I’m so sorry.”
In the banquet hall, everyone was chatting and talking, and the focus was on Long Zhen and Ruan Zeyan. No one would care about Huang Mengluo’s Cup falling down, much less the waiter, Jun Jun..
Jun Jun squatted there, looking up at Huang Mengluo coldly.
Huang Mengluo smirked, her voice soft. “What? Not Wiping? Isn’t that what you’re here for?”
Looking at Huang Mengluo’s face, Jun Jun really wanted to throw the rag in her hand at her face.