"Can I serve the meal for the two of you now?" the attendant asked with an attitude that was polite yet elegant.
Mu Tianye nodded, and the attendant bent down to leave. Before long, the first course was on the table, and as the attendant poured a drink for Ning Xiaofei, he turned to grab another glass container from the tray. Ning Xiaofei immediately stopped him.
"No, he can't drink."
He had driven here, and he just had his stitches removed—how could he drink?
The man saw through her thoughts with a single glance and explained with a slight smile on his lips.
"Mine is grape juice."
Ning Xiaofei breathed a sigh of relief, as Mu Tianye had already lifted his glass filled with grape juice towards her.
"To your competition tomorrow, may you achieve excellent results!"
"Thank you!"
She smiled as she gently clinked her glass against his, then lifted the glass to her lips and took a big sip.
With him there, she wasn't afraid of getting drunk.
