"Ah!" Someone in the private room caught sight of the scene and gasped.
"How did this glass suddenly shatter? Mu Qing, your hand..." Song Shuyan rushed to say.
At that moment, a strand of fresh blood, mixed with the red wine, kept dripping down.
One of the braver women took the initiative to step forward and carefully wiped Wen Muqing's hand with a clean tissue, mopping up the spilt wine and oozing blood.
The people in this private room today were all acquaintances of Song Shuyan, and he naturally knew this woman.
It was Shang Yun. The Shang family and the Song family had business dealings, and Shang Yun, upon learning that Wen Muqing would be at the dinner, insisted on coming along.
However, he hadn't expected Shang Yun to be so bold as to actively touch Mu Qing's hand.
Song Shuyan almost thought that in the next moment, Wen Muqing would flip out, but to his surprise, Wen Muqing's gaze remained fixated on Qin Jingzhi and the woman over in the main hall.
