Today, Song Yanran took the risk of sneaking out for Ling Xu.
She still remembered her current situation, and seeing Chuzheng, her first reaction was to leave immediately.
She didn't even care about Ling Xu, turning around to leave.
Who knew there was a waiter behind her carrying a tray.
Song Yanran turned around suddenly, the waiter didn't expect it, and all the drinks on the tray spilled onto Song Yanran.
The glasses fell to the ground, the shattering sound overwhelmed the music in the hall.
The waiter was at a loss, face pale.
Song Yanran was drenched in wine, losing her composure, looking very disheveled.
At this moment, all eyes in the hall turned this way.
"Isn't that Miss Song?"
"Hey...strange."
"What's strange?"
"Isn't Miss Song over there?"
"Why are there two Miss Songs?"
"Is this some kind of magic show?"
Everyone's gaze, following the guidance, fell on Chuzheng.
