Her reaction was indifferent, not at all surprised or distressed.
Rong Weiwei felt as if she had clenched her fist and thrown a heavy punch, only to hit cotton.
She took a deep breath, released the man's hand she had been holding, walked to the side, and returned with two glasses of champagne, offering one to Rong Yan, "Sister, can you bless me?"
Rong Yan looked at the champagne glass extended towards her and made no move to take it, her expression unchanged.
She would not drink anything Rong Weiwei handed her!
Rong Weiwei held the glass for three minutes, but the other party showed no intention of taking it. Unperturbed, Rong Weiwei turned to Qi Yue, who was standing beside Rong Yan, and spoke with a gentle expression, "You are my sister's friend, right? Could you bless me and have a drink?"
The glass meant for Rong Yan quickly shifted direction, finding its way in front of Qi Yue.
