Yu Jingrong kicked Li Chengyun under the table, while on the surface she showed great respect for him. Holding her cup of wine, she offered a toast, "It's not that I dare not claim to know Mr. Li, I'm just afraid to be humiliated. You, a man of high status, forget often, don't you."
At these words, Meng Ziqi sitting beside them looked even grimmer.
Li Chengyun raised his glass but stopped Yu Jingrong from clinking glasses, "As you wish."
Yu Jingrong softly said, "Thanks."
When she turned back to sit straight, she just happened to see Meng Ziqi glaring at her fiercely. Yu Jingrong merely laughed it off.
The conversation then flowed freely among them, filled with pleasantries. Yu Jingrong could hardly contribute, but simply wore a polite smile throughout.
However, her smile gradually faded. She kept her head down, absorbed in her food, only to suddenly realize there was a hand with long fingers wandering unhurriedly on her leg, crudely suggestive.
