Lan Xiao watched as Fang qingci left with her slender waist.
She turned her head and looked at Wen Muchu again.
When she saw su yingxue leaning towards Wen Muchu again, trying to start a conversation, a cold glint flashed past Lan Xiao's eyes.
Su yingxue squeaked and squeaked, but she didn't see her. This woman was like a fly, constantly circling Wen Muchu.
It really made people angry.
Lan Xiao gritted his teeth, and the anger in his heart slowly rose.
She picked up a cocktail beside her and finished it. As if she was still not satisfied, she picked up another glass of red wine and finished it in one gulp.
When the last drop of wine slid down her throat, Lan Xiao put down the empty glass and slowly licked his red wine-stained lips.
Her eyes stared unblinkingly at Wen Muchu and su yingxue's face, which was filled with love.
The more she looked at it, the more she found it an eyesore.
