The servant handed over the wine, and he reached out to take two glasses, holding one in his hand and handing the other to Jun Nian.
Jun Nian's hands remained hanging at his sides, he didn't say a word, nor did he take the glass of wine.
"What's going on? Your elder brother's wedding, and as the younger brother, you're giving me this kind of attitude?" Jun Tian's voice still carried the same tone as before—tinged with dry humor—but Mu Jinxi could tell he wasn't joking. He was probably angry.
If he was angry, would he stop helping Jun Lan? With this in mind, she hurriedly reached out to grab Jun Tian's arm and said, "Let's go over there."
For the first time, Jun Tian rejected Mu Jinxi's suggestion, shrugged off her hand, and stepped forward, pushing the glass of wine closer to Jun Nian.
Mu Jinxi felt helpless. She knew she couldn't persuade Jun Tian, so she turned her attention to Jun Nian instead and urged, "Jun Nian, just drink it, go on, drink it."
