"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
A glass of wine was spilt directly onto An Xiangrong, with the waiter hastily apologising, his eyes full of panic. Seeing him, An Xiangrong softly said, "It's alright, you may go."
Chui Rong looked at An Xiangrong, wine-soaked, and his expression was uncomfortable.
But he didn't say anything.
A full glass of wine was spilled over An Xiangrong's clothes, leaving stains. She looked at Chui Rong and said, "I'll go to the restroom to clean it up. Please wait for me outside the door."
"I'll accompany you."
"No need, I'll be back shortly."
After all, it was Mu Yan's engagement feast, An Xiangrong didn't want to create a scene, so she headed to the restroom around the corner.
An Xiangrong had been to this villa before and was familiar with the layout.
Once in the restroom, An Xiangrong tried to clean the wine from her clothes with a wet towel, but no matter how much she wiped, she couldn't remove the stains.
