"This... how could this be?" Liang Mengyun looked at the wine glass being handed back to her, her complexion somewhat uneasy. She dared not reach out to take it, unable to understand why Sang Qiao had suddenly refused to drink.
Could it be she discovered something? That shouldn't be...
"I don't hold my liquor well." Sang Qiao smiled faintly, pushing the wine glass back into her hands, her response leaving no room for doubt.
Then she waved to a waiter nearby, picked up a drink from a tray, and took a sip, "Miss Liang, please."
Liang Mengyun's palms involuntarily began to sweat, she opened her mouth wanting to say something.
However, Sang Qiao didn't give her the chance to refuse, chuckling lightly, "Miss Liang, do you think I lack sincerity, or look down on me? Is that why you're reluctant to drink?"
"It's not that, I didn't..." Liang Mengyun shook her head, forcing a smile, her legs trembling with nervousness.
How could she drink from that wine glass that had been drugged...
