The woman in the white dress spoke in support of Gu Qimiao, but her gaze was mocking. She stubbed out her half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray and reached for the red wine on the low table.
Nan Nan was still glaring at Gu Qimiao with puffed cheeks. Just as the woman raised her glass, Nan Nan pushed it. Linlin, smiling, tilted the glass, spilling all the wine onto Gu Qimiao's champagne-colored dress. The purplish-red liquid looked strikingly conspicuous.
"Oh, sorry," Nan Nan said insincerely, grinning smugly.
Gu Qimiao stood up. The wine had soaked her dress. Looking at the woman's triumphant expression, Gu Qimiao seethed with anger. This was something Shen Yanchen had given her, something she cherished so much that she wouldn't dare dirty it even a little, yet this woman had splashed wine all over her!
