"What, looking down on me?"
An Ziqi's face turned sullen, her hands tightly clutching the cup, unsure of how to respond.
Fortunately, Xia Tianxing was by her side. Seeing her predicament, she quickly stood up and pulled An Ziqi to her seat.
Then she poured a glass of wine, handed it to the man and accompanied it with a laugh, "Mr. Wang, don't mind, my sister is inexperienced in social matters. I apologize to you on her behalf with this glass of wine."
"Humph, she doesn't know any better."
The man referred to as Mr. Wang, snorted coldly.
He took the glass of wine handed over by Xia Tianxing and drank it in one gulp.
Then he reached out and squeezed Xia Tianxing's hand and laughed.
"Indeed, her older sister is smarter, you've got potential."
Underneath his lewd smile, his fatty face was an oil-slick, filled with layered folds of fat.
Xia Tianxing forcibly suppressed her discomfort, not removing her hand, and forced out a smile.
