C467 This Is Artificial Respiration

Mu Yucheng pushed the glass of fruit juice slightly, then went to get the glass bottle filled with fruit juice. He elegantly poured the fruit juice for himself.

But suddenly, the glass of fruit juice was poured. The whole glass of fruit juice was poured on Qin Ning's phone.

"Miss Ning, sorry, I asked your phone to..." Mu Yucheng said and quickly picked up Qin Ning's phone with his big hand