After dropping those words, Lu Fengxuan turned and left.
She didn't look at Sun Jingjing's belated fear or the calculating gaze in Lu Sirong's eyes.
Just as she turned around, Sun Jingjing suddenly lunged at her, but she reacted swiftly and dodged.
Lu Sirong hadn't expected Lu Fengxuan to be able to move so nimbly and avoid her in such a sudden situation.
Her gaze flickered, and she stepped forward abruptly, "Sister, are you alright?"
Seemingly too hurried, her right hand accidentally knocked over a glass of red wine from the table, which spilled down Lu Fengxuan's dress.
With a "bang," the wine glass shattered.
Many nearby people looked over, and Sun Jingjing was somewhat stupefied, casting a glance at Lu Sirong with her lips slightly parted.
Just now it felt like someone had pushed her, but seeing Lu Sirong's anxious demeanor, it seemed unlikely. Why would Sirong push her for no reason?
It must have been an illusion.
