A Desert Hunter, a Genetic Warrior, expecting him to apologize?
Ming Yu didn't mind Ye Qingdie and the others, just two servants, what more could they do.
Besides, it was the owner of the manor who had invited them here today, seeking something from them.
However, such beautiful servants were indeed a rare sight.
As the host, Lin Jian also maintained an attitude of watching the excitement, as if he enjoyed the spectacle and even hoped something would happen.
These two really seemed made for each other.
Ye Qingdie turned around, took the wine bottle from Elsa's hand, walked up to Ming Yu, and poured the wine over his head from above.
Then she tossed the bottle in front of him.
Ming Yu, with his head bowed, his hair wet and dripping, wiped it dry with his hands, his hands now also covered in wine.
Lin Jian beside him was also stunned, having not expected Ye Qingdie to be so fierce.