"Cough! Cough!"
An Ziqi choked on her juice.
This domineering tone could kill. Aside from Xiao Moli, no one would dare.
"How could you be so careless as to choke on a simple sip of water?"
Lin Xilu, who was in the middle of a conversation with someone else, turned around and helplessly patted her back.
"Cough! No…I'm fine. You carry on, I need to go to the restroom."
An Ziqi, clutching her chest, hurriedly ducked in another direction.
She was still angry about his baseless slander against her the last time. She didn't want to see him.
Before she could take a few steps, her phone buzzed with a new message.
Dare you not to come!
An Ziqi grit her teeth and weaved through the crowd mingling with their wine glasses, finally reaching the balcony. Xiao Moli, hands in his pockets, was leaning casually against the balcony's edge.
Head lowered, lost in thought, his frazzled hair covering his eyes. Underneath his delicate nose, his lips were tightly pressed together.