"Xu-er, are you really going to join the army?" Han Mofeng finally found the chance to ask him.
"It must have been Wen Xinya who told you all." Xu Zhenyu held the fragrant, sweet wine. With his slender arms, he gently swirled the wine. These grape wines tasted sweet; thus, it is impossible for anyone to get drunk on them. It is the most suitable for these youngsters to drink. It was Gu Junling's winery that handcrafted these. He saw that Wen Xinya was particularly fond of it so he would ask Gu Junling to gift her some later.
"Wow, Xu-er. This is a huge matter, but you didn't even discuss it with us. If it weren't for Wen Xinya mentioning it, we would still be in the dark. You should not be so biased to put love before friendship." Ling Qingxuan heard his tone, and it sounded like he was for real. She could not help but tease him.
