"Could it be that this glass of wine was drugged?"
"How is that possible? Don't accuse me wrongly!"
Xiang Qingtian's heart almost jumped out of her chest. As if it was a reflex, she immediately stood up from the chair to refute.
The words that came out of her mouth seemed to be even more explosive than what Ye Qingran said.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly sank.
Furthermore, in an instant, it fell into a strange silence.
Xiang Qingtian realized that she had overreacted just now.
She immediately curled her lips into a smile and tried her best to say in a gentle voice, "Your wild guess had shocked me too much. I didn't drink it because this glass of wine was originally Chu Yan's."
Istinctively, she wanted to reach out and get another glass for herself to perfunctorily brush off Ye Qingran.
