"Cough, cough, that, I, I was just coming over to talk business, so, I came." Meng Tong didn't even realize his own voice was trembling.
Liu Limin rubbed her temples, perhaps because she felt too dizzy, her body sank and she sat back down in the chair, supporting her head with her hand, "Oh, I, I think I drank too much, my head, it hurts."
Meng Tong tiptoed closer to her, just as he was about to put his hand on Liu Limin's shoulder, he heard her groan, and she flung her hand, sweeping the wine glass beside her onto the floor.
Crash!
The glass happened to fall beside Meng Tong, startling him into a shiver.
Patting his own chest, Meng Tong sighed, is this what a guilty conscience feels like?
"What are you standing there for? Come over!" she glared irritably at Liu Damei, who was standing frozen at the door.
"Oh, oh." Liu Damei frowned and obediently came over, feeling that something was off, but couldn't pinpoint what it was at the moment.
