"Zhouzhou?" Qin Bei froze, looking in surprise at the person standing in the doorway.
Zhouzhou quickly walked up, snatched the cup from his hand, and threw it on the ground.
Lan Rourou, seeing this, flickered her eyes momentarily before speaking with a hint of grievance, "Qin Bei, who is this? Why did she spill the wine?"
With her innocent and delicate appearance, she looked incredibly endearing, easily invoking sympathy.
At that moment, many of the people around them turned their attention to Zhouzhou, some of them appearing quite displeased.
Qin Bei, noticing the looks, immediately stepped in front of Zhouzhou, protecting her. Although he didn't understand why Zhouzhou had done this, he trusted that she had her reasons.
He spoke with confidence, "If Zhouzhou doesn't want me to drink it, then the wine must be poisoned."
Hearing this, Lan Rourou's expression of grievance deepened. "Qin Bei, are you saying that I'm trying to harm you?"