Zhao Fei's head was buzzing from the slap, as if a swarm of bees were circling inside her head. Her face was swollen and her eyes were red. She looked pitiful.
When Mrs. Huang saw her like this, she became even angrier. She pointed at her nose and said, "You poured the whole glass of wine on me. How am I supposed to wear this gown? You didn't even apologize and you're still putting on an act for whom to see?"
Mrs. Huang's gown was light-colored. After being splashed with the glass of red wine, she could not wear it anymore. Even if the waiter brought a towel to wipe it for her, the gown was already ruined.
The other people in the banquet hall also gathered because of this matter.
Zhao Fei covered her face, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito. "I... I didn't do it on purpose..."
"It doesn't look like this young lady did it on purpose. Why don't we just forget about it?" The people who came to watch the show also said.
