Qiao Mo's throat was dry, and she held her wine glass without making a sound.
Jing Hao sat on one side, his gaze falling on Qiao Mo, with an indescribable heartache in his eyes, his large hand also tightly gripping the wine glass...
Fu Nancheng also turned his head, looking calmly at Qiao Mo beside him.
After a few seconds of silence, Qiao Mo finally spoke: "Fu Nancheng."
"Good!!!"
"Good..."
As soon as she spoke, cheers and applause erupted from the men and women around her.
Qiao Mo also smiled slightly, not looking at Jing Hao, she raised her wine glass and drank it all, her soft pink lips stained with a hint of red.
Fu Nancheng's eyes deepened a bit, but he didn't stop her.
After a woman, the bottle fell into Qiao Mo's hands.
Qiao Mo mimicked them and spun it around. Luckily, she wasn't clumsy, so she did it with some grace. A few seconds later, the black wine bottle slowly stopped, its mouth pointed right at Jing Hao, causing the smile on Qiao Mo's face to stiffen a bit.