Shen Zeheng's smile stiffened at the corner of his mouth, and for a moment, his bewitching peach blossom eyes became dimmer.
With thin lips slightly pursed, hidden behind the rim of the wine glass, he glanced sideways at Qiao Xu, "Are you mad at me?"
"Shouldn't I be mad when you come to such a place without telling me?"
Qiao Xu's voice was cold. This was the first time Shen Zeheng had seen her speak to him with such an expression since they met.
He did not know what Qiao Xu had just experienced, but he could sense the sadness and helplessness she endured beneath her anger.
"I'm sorry, Xuxu, I was wrong this time. I won't do this again."
He put away his playful and unrestrained manner, his enchanting eyes looking straight at Qiao Xu, but she could not see the affection and tenderness swimming at the bottom of his eyes.
Qiao Xu didn't speak, continuing to drink, one glass after another, without stopping.
"Xuxu, you've had a lot to drink. Stop drinking."
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