Zhou Ming, with a grim face, approached Mù Qiānxún, holding a glass of champagne. Many eyes turned towards them. After the confrontation between Zhou Ming and Mù Qiānxún earlier, was Zhou Ming now trying to extend an olive branch with this gesture?
Zhou Ming really was trying to make amends.
"Mù Qiānxún, I was wrong earlier. I apologize to you right here. Please give me face, have a drink, and let's let bygones be bygones," he said.
Mù Qiānxún blinked at the transparent glass in front of him.
She sat there, motionless, not taking the glass from him.
Then, arrogantly lifting her chin, she turned around and walked towards Madame Huo like a proud peacock.
When she stepped in front of everyone, Zhou Ming quickly followed. He shouted loudly, "Mù Qiānxún, what do you mean by that? I've apologized to you, why are you still acting superior?"
Mù Qiānxún stopped and turned to look at him.
Her dark pupils were filled with boundless mockery.
