Just now, Yang Ming was in deep thought about Chen Mengyan's words. Yang Ming didn't have the interest to see if a green tea bottle would win a prize. It would be good to even have a bottle!
"What kind of memory do you have?" Chen Mengyan glanced at Yang Ming and said, "How about it? Try to guess. Would this bottle of green tea win a prize? If you guess it right, I wouldn't care about the previous matter."
In fact, although Chen Mengyan said so, she didn't intend to compare with Yang Ming. She was just looking for a way out. As long as Yang Ming said that he wouldn't win the prize, then Chen Mengyan wouldn't deliberately tear the label and look into it.
"This is what you said. You can't go back on your words!" Yang Ming glanced at the green tea label and smiled. A guessing game with Yang Ming? Yang Ming was the best at it.
"En." Chen Mengyan nodded.
