C57 The Fight at the Table

The cold and sarcastic words were like an ice knife in the cold wind, directly cutting Su Ying's face until it turned deathly pale. She stood up in panic, her voice seemed to have shattered. "I drink!

Taoxiang, pour me some wine!

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Peach fragrance walked over and filled Su Ying's cup as well. Su Ying lifted it up and was about to pour it into her mouth.

At this moment, Meng Ziluo