If not for the occasion and etiquette, Murong Qiao would have pushed Cheng Jie, who was standing in front of her, aside and told him not to bother her.
"Egan Winery's precious sweet wine is famous for being like liquid gold." Cheng Jie seemed to understand wine very well and said it logically.
However, Murong Qiao's attention wasn't on him at all, and she didn't want to hear him talk about alcohol.
She glanced at Cheng Jie and then at Huo Xiuyuan, who was a few steps away.
Huo Xiuyuan was still smiling as he chatted happily with the young lady in front of him. His eyes and lips were filled with smiles, making people subconsciously feel that they were on good terms.
Perhaps sensing Murong Qiao's impatience, Cheng Jie's words changed.
He raised his hand as an invitation. "Sorry, I was too busy talking about wine just now. It's almost time for the dance. Shall we dance later?"
