She set down the cup in a fluster and stood up, ready to clean up.
"Don't move, I'll do it!"
Leng Zimo had already stood up, taken a quick step to her side, and snatched up the napkin, carefully dabbing at the spilled wine on the table. He then collected the napkin that had gotten splashed with wine from her, and spread his own napkin meticulously over her legs.
"How could you be so careless?" he scolded her, then he raised his face to glance at Jiao Yang, who had stood up and then sat back down, "President Jiao, my apologies!"
His voice was gentle, his attitude indulgent, and his actions doting.
He apologized to Jiao Yang proactively, not truly remorseful toward Jiao Yang, but to make it clear to the other party that even her impropriety was his fault, and he would take responsibility for all her actions and words.
Because this woman was his!
No one was allowed to covet her.