Xu Yao was left speechless. She knew that she was in the wrong and did not dare to say more. She bit her lip painfully, her gaze shifting in guilt toward the wine glass in Ji Nuan's hand.
She was worried that Ji Nuan would really pour the glass of champagne on her.
It had been sufficiently humiliating when President Mo did it earlier. If Ji Nuan were to do it again…
Ji Nuan glanced at the puddle of wine Xu Yao had left on the ground earlier, before turning toward her: "I didn't intend on making a fuss. However, I am someone who maintains a low profile when a low profile is necessary. Naturally, I'll make sure to return an eye for an eye when revenge is necessary."
Xu Yao immediately stiffened; flustered about what Ji Nuan had in mind.
