"I'm telling you, An Ziqing, what kind of logic is this! Get it straight, I'm your man, and that Yu Jiejie is the mistress. What's there to be embarrassed about?"
An Ziqing choked on her drink, "How can you say that? Who's really finding the mistress here, you or me?"
Mo Wei coughed a few times, blowing a small wave into An Ziqing's hair, grumbling dissatisfied, "As a girlfriend, you act like I don't even exist. Who catches their partner cheating and still doesn't get jealous!"
"Hmm, what did you just say? This wine is too weak." She had already polished off the whole bottle and wobbly stood up.
Looking at the empty bottle, Mo Wei couldn't help but laugh and cry, "That was Lognan, a famous 1982 wine! It took me a fortune to find it, and you just downed it in one go, oh my god, it hurts!"
