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Sneering coldly, Du Shizhu threw the bottle of red wine in his hand towards Su Yan.

Even though Su Yannan had quickly moved to the side, his skirt was still stained with a dark red wine stains.

"Sorry, my hand slipped." Du Shizhe raised his chin, looking at her with contempt, as if he was throwing a tantrum that was as good as throwing a tantrum.

Su Yan slightly narrowed his eyes