C172 The Shy Senior Brother Lin

Shen Qingqing blushed and bit her lower lip.

Leng Shaoheng's gaze shifted from her face to the glass of champagne on the table that was half-empty. His expression suddenly tensed as he asked.

"You drank?"

Shen Qingqing could hear a trace of hidden anger from his tone. She nodded and said, "Yes, I drank a little."

"You still haven't recovered from your cold. You even had a fever last night