The man in the bright yellow suit suddenly became angry from embarrassment. "Qiao Qingai, who do you think you are? You are just a woman who was dumped by Mo Xuetong and driven out of our house by Qiao tens of thousands of years. How dare you pour wine on me-"
Watching him pick up a glass of wine next to him and want to pour it back, Jian An grabbed his hand and narrowed her eyes coldly. "Young Master, you humiliated Miss Qingnuan first. If you dare to move, don't blame me for being rude."
The man in the bright yellow suit was so scared by the coldness in Jian An's eyes that his hair stood on end. He said in a trembling voice, "You, you, you are just a housekeeper, a dog, how dare you shout at me here..."
"If you piss him off, my housekeeper will hit you," Qiao Qingai said. "Do you want to give it a try?"
The man in the bright yellow suit looked at them and felt guilty. Finally, he pulled out his hand and said, "Humph!"
Hurry up and leave the banquet!
