Her hands hidden under the table were anxiously twisting together.
"Meimei, what's wrong? Why not eat something? Is the food not to your taste?" Jiang Nan noticed that she hadn't picked up her cutlery and asked with a puzzled expression.
As soon as he spoke, even Zhong Nianhua, sitting at the head of the table, looked over at her, "Girl, you can tell me if there's something you like to eat, and I'll have the kitchen make it for you. Don't go hungry, or Jiang Nan will blame me."
"..."
Meimei loosened her grip and immediately reached out to grab a knife and fork, looking at him as if nothing happened.
"No, nothing. I just saw so much delicious food and don't know what to start with first."
"Bang——"
Just as Meimei finished her sentence, there was a muffled thud beside her, startling her to turn her head, only to see Dan Tingye's wine glass slip from his hand and fall to the ground, shattering.
The shattered wine glass spilled red wine on the carpet, spreading out like blood.
