Xiao Xin stood pale, and the atmosphere did not dare to go out.

"I'm talking to you, you're dumb!?"

"Miss, these dishes are all my wife's favorite on weekdays." Xiao Xin silently said.

"Still dare to talk back?" Shen Qingwan stood up, and his backhand was a slap, as if to vent all his grievances today: "Pour it all for me! Go and pour me another glass of wine."

Xiao Xin turned and walked towards the kitchen, looking at the red wine and the slap on his face.

The next second, she did not hesitate to pour out the medicine in the medicine jar, watching the pills melt quickly in...