"Clang," a sound echoed.
The wine glass in Xiao Yebai's hand suddenly tipped over on the table.
The servant beside him, holding the decanter, had already turned pale with fright and started apologizing incessantly, "I'm so sorry, Young Master Xiao, it's all my fault, I'll clean it up for you right away..."
Mo Yaoxiong frowned, "What happened?"
The servant explained, "I saw that Young Master Xiao's wine was almost finished, and I wanted to pour some for him, but I accidentally touched the glass... It's all my fault, Young Master Xiao, I'll clean it up for you right away."
Fortunately, the red wine in the glass had already been finished, and even though the glass had toppled onto the table, no wine had spilled, which was a fortunate event amidst the misfortune.
Xiao Yebai's face showed no signs of anger, as unruffled as ever, he only picked up the wine glass and placed it back on the table.