Thinking this, Ai Jiang reached out to pick up a full glass of wine, then feigned an accident, spilling it on Xia Wan'an.
Before Xia Wan'an could react, Ai Jiang was the first to exclaim in panic, "Wan'an, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, I'm sorry, Wan'an..."
As she spoke, Ai Jiang seemed to have done something grave as tears welled up in her eyes, "Wan'an, don't be angry, I didn't hold the glass properly, it's all my fault..."
"It's not..." Xia Wan'an never thought it was a big deal, she moved her lips indifferently.
Just as she began to speak, Song Youman rushed forward with a tissue from her bag, she wiped the spilt wine from her clothes and immediately chastised, "Ai Jiang, what are you crying for? If anyone should be crying, it should be An'an, right?"
"Besides, this isn't a big deal, the wine is spilt, just wipe it off with a tissue for An'an. What's the use of you sobbing here?"
Xia Wan'an knew Song Youman's personality best.
