Who would have thought that Zhou Ming would stoop so low as to cause trouble on account of Mù Qiānxún having a fever? It was truly despicable!
Mù Qiānxún's words left Luo Chang startled and Zhou Ming, whose hand trembled slightly as she clung to her wine, in a state of awkwardness.
Zhou Ming's anger flared up. "If you're so narrow-minded and don't want to forgive me, then don't. Why act superior? Using your fever as an excuse, yet you look perfectly well standing here. You're just looking for ways to postpone!"
With an indignant look on her face, Mù Qiānxún stormed over to Zhou Ming and confronted her. "Zhou Ming, everything you've been doing was all to apologize for what happened earlier and to gain my forgiveness, right?"
"If you refuse to drink this glass of wine, then you are refusing to forgive me."
"I can forgive you!"
Zhou Ming handed her the wine.
