"Since she can only be yours, why bother to warn me?"
Dongfang Li was speechless, "You!"
"Who you fancy, who you like, has nothing to do with me. But if you want me to stay away from him, I'm afraid I can't do that because we live under the same roof, working, coming home, having dinner—everyday we are together."
Dongfang Li's eyes widened in fury, her face changed color, "Feng Jinglei, don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"
"A toast? I don't see it as a toast; it seems more like a threat."
"You!"
Dongfang Li was so angry her face turned livid. Before Feng Jinglei could speak, she suddenly picked up the glass of red wine in front of Feng Jinglei, intending to splash it on her face.
"Stop!"
The sudden cold shout made Dongfang Li pause her action. She and Feng Jinglei turned their heads simultaneously, seeing a man walking out of the restroom with graceful strides.
Seeing him, Dongfang Li was a bit surprised.
