When Su Yu lifted the wine glass at that moment, She felt that she had made the right gamble.
She wasn't oblivious to the intense gazes from the crowd; rather, she believed that a woman should be bold when necessary and should also know when to lower her pride.
With affectionate eyes and a smiling mouth, Meng Yuyou held the wine glass filled with deep emotions, watching Su Yu. As long as he drinks this glass of wine, it would mean he acknowledges Meng Yuyou as a person.
Everyone thought, since Su Yu had already lifted the wine glass, he should drink it.
It was indeed rare, after all, this was the first time Su Yu accepted a woman's overture in public.
But just when everyone thought Su Yu would drink that wine, his hand, halfway lifted, stopped.
Everyone gazed at him with bewilderment, unsure of what he would say or do next.
Indeed, even drinking wine is not such a smooth and simple matter.
Su Yu's wine glass was empty.
