However, when it lands on your head, face, and clothes, it doesn't look so good.
Jiang Shuo's expression froze, looking bewildered, as if he hadn't expected this at all.
"You..."
"What are you doing!"
Before Jiang Shuo could speak, Yan Jiale already screamed.
She pointed at Dapeng, her eyes wide open: "You actually dared to splash Brother Shuo with wine, do you have a death wish?"
"Splash!"
A large cup of cold wine surged forward, drenching her without mercy into a drowned rat.
The elegant dress immediately lost its luster.
"If you hadn't spoken, I almost forgot about you."
Dapeng casually put down the cup he had picked up, clapped his hands relaxedly: "Don't think just because you're a woman, I won't hit you. I'm quite particular about gender equality."
"You... you..."
Yan Jiale's body trembled, her hand pointed at Dapeng, trembling almost unable to speak.
"This is the difference between us." Jiang Shuo recovered immediately, gently wiped his collar, and said calmly:
