"As long as it is prepared by Qing, Brother likes everything." Yin Pengtong picked up the wine, swirled it, and stood up.
"Qing, how about we have a cup of wine together?"
He leaned forward, almost pressing all his fat onto the table.
Hearing the table's creaking resistance, Yu Wanqing curled her lips in slight disdain.
"Is Brother Yin worried I might have drugged you?"
Yu Wanqing stood up, took the wine from his hand, and drank it all in one go.
She put down the wine glass, picked up the bottle, poured him another glass before sitting back in her seat.
"Brother Yin actually doubts my intentions, that really disappoints me."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Wanqing picked up her wine glass and took a small sip of the red wine inside.
Watching her drink twice, Yin Pengtong picked up the glass she poured for him again and sat back in his seat.
"Qing, you misunderstood me, your brother really wants to drink a cup of wine with you."
