262 Points of Good Luck

Yes, Li Muyao had twisted the cap of about 30 to 40 bottles of tea, and her hands were red. However, it was worth being happy that they all won the prize.

The last time he opened more tea bottles with Cai Mao at the supermarket, his hands didn't turn red. It was only because Li Muyao, who had been reborn, had taken special care of her hands that her fair hands turned red with a touch.

In fact, Li Muyao's hand didn't hurt. It just looked a little scary.

"Huo Jiling, my hand is fine. Besides, your sudden appearance in the tea lounge just now scared Sis Wang and the others. Your good impression will be greatly reduced because of this. It's not good for your image."

To be honest, when Huo Jiling appeared with a dark face, everyone disappeared almost instantly, leaving only Li Muyao and Huo Jiling. At that moment, Li Muyao wanted to run away. At that time, she was cursing Manager Wang for being unkind.

It was the first time she saw Huo Jiling's face turn black.