As the wine glasses clinked, Shen Mu's wrist turned and she caught the highball glass in Jiang Anning's hand, deflecting the force back at her.
A glass of fine red wine splashed all over Jiang Anning's light yellow dress, instantly staining it.
"Ah!" Jiang Anning screamed, drawing the attention of many people.
Who was this damn woman? How could she see through her intentions?
But Jiang Anning was still Jiang Anning. Even though the situation was unexpected, she quickly managed to turn it around.
She frantically wiped her dress with her skirt and said, "Miss Yi Meng, you..."
She didn't finish her sentence. She swallowed the obvious reproach and looked very aggrieved, biting her lip.
"Mr. Huo, don't blame Miss Yi Meng. It's my fault for not holding the glass steady."
Look at this top-notch rhetoric, making those who heard it around them point and whisper about Shen Mu.
"Who is that masked person? I've never seen her before."
