"Xingluo, serve the tea and apologize—don't forget the rules," Xu Guangyao said, keeping his composure.
Left with no choice, Xu Xingluo slowly bent over to serve the tea, handing it over to Qiao Xi with both hands.
"I'm sorry, Qiao Xi. I hope you can forgive me. I shouldn't have been against you," she said. She should have found an opportunity to eliminate Qiao Xi directly, instead of resorting to such petty schemes.
Xu Xingluo felt this day was the darkest moment of her life.
She wished she could tear Qiao Xi to pieces.
She had never imagined that on her own birthday banquet, she would face an even more desperate situation. Then, she would lose everything.
Qiao Xi looked down at her, bending humbly and holding out the tea, then suddenly asked.
"Xu Xingluo, does your grandmother's death have anything to do with you?"
Xu Xingluo's hands shook, and the scalding tea swirled out, burning her as she screamed and smashed the teacup.
"Xingluo!"
