Xia Wenjin glanced at him and said, "That depends on what kind of wine it is!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Huangfu Yuxuan's suspicions deepened. Was there really something wrong with the wine? Was it poisoned?
Not good! He always thought he was cautious, but he still let his guard down.
Xia Wanqing is her father; if she drugged the wine, she could have given the antidote to Xia Wanqing first.
Seeing the suspicion and vigilance in Huangfu Yuxuan's eyes, Xia Wenjin sneered. Indeed, that boldness and trust were fake; this suspicion and indifference were his true nature.
It's a pity her father was already drunk and didn't see this side of him.
She scoffed lightly and disdainfully said, "What's that look for? Think I poisoned the wine? Don't measure a gentleman's heart with a petty mind!"
Huangfu Yuxuan quickly realized he was being overly cautious. He laughed heartily to cover his earlier rudeness and said, "I didn't mean that! Miss is a lady, a true noble!"
