Hearing what Li Ming said, the others who were idly chatting also looked over involuntarily, then simultaneously averted their gaze.
And sitting there like a wall, Sandro wiggled his eyebrows, making a facial expression that all men understand.
Everyone still thought it was just Li Ming being young and hot-headed, in high spirits wanting to have some fun.
Upon hearing Li Ming speak like this, the woman who was pouring him wine paused, her cheeks flushed red, touched her hair shyly, and whispered softly like a mosquito.
"I'm so nervous to meet such a distinguished guest like you..."
While speaking, she didn't forget to fill Li Ming's glass with a deep purple liquid, which shimmered with silver sparkles like the profound starfield.
"What's your name?" Li Ming lifted his glass, casually swirling it.
"Zhang Feina?" she said quietly.
Li Ming paused in his motion, appearing slightly surprised, "From Blue Star?"
This format of name was quite rare in the interstellar world.
