Yan Rusheng saw her staring at his glass with her eyebrows knitted tightly together. She looked utterly upset, making Young Master Yan feel that his self-esteem had been seriously wounded.
In his heart, he snorted coldly with contempt. He thought to himself, 'I didn't mind sharing the drink with you and yet you look upset and terrified.'
So he stretched his hand out to snatch the glass away. "Who says I don't mind sharing with her?"
Next, there was a clattering sound and the glass had landed in the trash can.
Wen Xuxu pressed her lips together with an indifferent expression on her face. She had perfectly concealed the billowing emotions in her heart.
"Hey!" Lu Yinan was flabbergasted for a moment and hastily retracted his hand in the next moment.
He felt that Yan Rusheng had gone overboard.
