Chapter 11

Facing everyone\'s subtle eyes, Loren looked innocent.

Even if Randy was angry about the rejection of the invitation to dance, it was impossible for the public to really force her to drink, especially a person who had just recovered from a serious illness.

Sure enough, Randy let out a sigh of relief, and then took the red wine glass in her hand with a stiff complexion, \"Your body is just fine. Don\'t think about it too much.\"

\" Randy, your face doesn\'t look good. Are you unhappy?\"

It\'s better to be so angry until your liver hurts and you have nowhere to vent your anger. Loren sneered in her heart.

This person has always interpreted the \"gentleman demeanor\" to his bones in public.

She, a well-known girlfriend, would only forget the word \"toy\" if he dies. No matter how magnanimous he was, it was just for the sake of his image.

\"No. I just think that with this illness, your personality seems to have changed a bit.\"

Randy held the wine glass in his hand and a sm