Tang Anzhi was on alert the moment Shan Shitong approached her, especially when she saw the hateful look in her eyes, and she braced herself for what might come.
So when Shan Shitong flung her wine, Tang Anzhi instinctively leaned to one side and shifted her feet slightly, pulling new friend Meng Xiabing out of harm's way in the process.
Thus, neither of them was drenched by the wine.
Once she steadied herself, Tang Anzhi narrowed her eyes, then fixed Shan Shitong with a dangerous gaze. She truly hadn't expected this idiot to make such a scene by throwing wine at such an event.
Shan Shitong felt a chill run down her spine under Tang Anzhi's intimidating glare, but then she puffed out her chest, "What are you looking at? Can't a person's hand slip?" Her face bore an expression that defiantly said, what can you do about it, as she glared back at Tang Anzhi.
