Very standard French, clearly pounding on Tan Qing's eardrums. An indescribable sense of bitter pain swept over his whole heart, and Tan Qing stood there in a daze.
His mind was filled with Tong Xi's gentle voice.
I like you...
Like you...
Damned man, what do you mean by being vulnerable, damn it, forcing me to coax you back home!
Tong Xi secretly gritted her teeth, contemplating to quickly let her ex-boyfriend go home, and then call his sister to explain everything. Because she was trying to persuade him, she didn't dare use too harsh a tone, making her sound very gentle. The other party insisted she say she liked him, otherwise he wouldn't go home, and she helplessly agreed.
"Qing." Qu Min tearfully leaned over, calling Tan Qing in a low voice.
She didn't expect Tong Xi to still be here safe and sound; at this moment, she must drag Tan Qing away, otherwise, if it's discovered there is an issue with the wine, she would be doomed.
