"What's going on?" Everyone present looked at He Yulian with inquiring eyes. Although they didn't know what had happened, anyone could tell there was something wrong with the wine.
"Oh, sorry, the wine spilled." He Yulian calmly found a lame excuse for her intentional act.
This excuse might only be able to comfort herself; it seemed clever but was full of loopholes—no one would believe it.
"Yu Lian, you're really something. I never thought you'd harbor such sinister intentions towards me," Ye Juanjuan glared angrily.
She didn't know what He Yulian had done, but it definitely wasn't anything good.
"Juanjuan, listen to me, I really didn't mean to spill the wine. Do you still not trust me? You know who I am, if no one else does." He Yulian pleaded pitifully.
"Bang!" A slapping sound echoed as a hand hit a cheek.
He Yulian staggered, almost thrown off by the slap.
Ye Fan had acted, slapping He Yulian's face without any hesitation.
