Just as Mick's lips were about to kiss Ruth's palm, Ye Ling stood up, his body swaying, and the wine bottle he was holding dropped straight down.
Smack, Mick cried out as the wine bottle directly hit his arm, and he immediately rose to his feet with a dark expression on his face.
Ruth and Ai Lu beside him were also a bit puzzled. What was going on? Kissing the hand was the most basic etiquette in the West, so naturally, they were taken aback by Ye Ling's actions.
"Did this guy do that on purpose?" Ruth suddenly had this thought in her mind.
Mick stood up and, looking at Ye Ling darkly, said, "Who are you! Where are your manners, Huaxia man?"
"Would you believe me if I said it was an accident?" Ye Ling said very sincerely.
The two women nodded, they naturally believed him, and seeing the two women nod, Mick also gritted his teeth and nodded, "Fine, I forgive you."
