Unless, Qian Xing looked at Qinghe in surprise, she had tampered with the bottle. That crucial item, and she actually dared to meddle with it—how incredibly bold of her.
After finishing a sip of juice, the corners of Qinghe's mouth still had a trace of deep red, effortlessly natural. It was the first time she had tried this type of drink, assuming it was tomato juice, only to find out it was a mix of several fruits. The color was as red as blood, but it tasted quite good.
Qian Ye glanced at the glass, which only had a bit of residue at the bottom. A thin red film clung to the edge of the glass, and there was a hint of joy on his face. It seemed that his fleeting reluctance arose from the appreciation she had for his handiwork, as he looked at Qinghe with a bit of worry.
Muttering to himself, he said, "Ah, I really don't know what's up with the Boss today, he has always been a man of his word, today he actually changed."
