Hearing this sentence, Nan Zhifeng's hand trembled, and she accidentally knocked over a bottle of wine.
All the wine in the bottle spilled over Ye Zhantian's body.
Ye Zhantian looked up at her with deep eyes.
But Nan Zhifeng didn't dare to look at him because Chu Baichuan was scolding loudly, "What have you done? Clumsy and inept, do you know whose clothes you've dirtied?"
"Absolutely useless, get out."
Meng Shiqing also shouted at her.
"Zhantian, are you alright?"
Chu Qianjiao used a wet towel to wipe the wine off Ye Zhantian's pants.
Nan Zhifeng looked up at Ye Zhantian.
Ye Zhantian, with his gaze lowered, said indifferently, "Forget it, it's nothing."
"Aren't you going to scram?"
Chu Baichuan yelled angrily.
As Nan Zhifeng lowered her head to leave, turning to close the door, she couldn't help but look back at Ye Zhantian.
He seemed to have sobered up somewhat and continued, "Haven't you always been wanting to talk about this?"
