The waiter brought two more glasses of red wine.
Ming Jing took a step ahead of Li Jiaojiao and picked up the glass of red wine closest to her, smiling and raising her eyebrows, "Miss Li, please."
Li Jiaojiao frowned, looking at the remaining glass, her expression not very pleasant.
She didn't believe Zhu Mingjing could predict the future.
As the saying goes, one shouldn't refuse a friendly gesture. She had to drink this glass of wine, whether she wanted to or not...
Li Jiaojiao had just picked up the red wine when the waiter, feeling relieved, tried to leave.
Li Jiaojiao's expression changed, and she shouted, "Stop."
The waiter's figure stiffened. He turned around and asked nervously, "Miss, do you have any orders?"
"What are you nervous about?" Li Jiaojiao looked him up and down.
Ming Jing had a faint smile on her lips, changed to a comfortable sitting position, waiting to see the drama unfold.
Zhao Qin glanced at Ming Jing, finding her even smarter than she had thought.