If she lost this opportunity, her future in the entertainment industry would become even more difficult.
An Xi had not noticed that Gu Yixuan's expression was very ugly. He coldly glanced at the hands they had touched, his eyes growing colder and colder.
Seeing this, Mo Ran felt alarmed, aware that An Xi was about to face trouble. Whenever Gu Yixuan showed such an expression, he would do something violent.
As expected, he violently withdrew his hand, and at the same time, his other hand swept the water glass off the table, drenching An Xi as the entire contents spilled onto her.
"Ah!" she screamed and hurriedly stood up.
Gu Yixuan did not feel sorry at all, his face still looked unpleasant. He slightly lifted his eyes to look at her, and although he was looking up, it felt like he was looking down from a high position.
"Don't touch me with your dirty hands," he said indifferently, his voice light but sharp.
