The dinner party became more lively with the arrival of Leng Yichen, but Bai Yiran felt a bit uncomfortable. She always felt that Leng Yichen's gaze was sweeping over her like a venomous snake, making her uneasy.
"Come on, Yiran, let's toast Mr. Leng together." Yao Zhiqing reached out and tugged Bai Yiran's arm, and the dazed Bai Yiran was suddenly pulled up by Yao Zhiqing.
Helplessly, Bai Yiran raised her glass of water and took a symbolic sip.
Yao Zhiqing didn't say anything, but her husband was dissatisfied, speaking in an irritatingly bureaucratic tone, "Little Bai, that's not right. How can you use water to toast Mr. Leng?"
Bai Yiran was taken aback, looking at her glass of water and then at Yao Zhiqing. She thought Yao Zhiqing would plead for her, as Yao Zhiqing knew she didn't drink alcohol.
However, today was different. Yao Zhiqing smiled, acting as if she hadn't understood Bai Yiran's gaze.
