Gong Jie blew his top. "Is it that funny?"
"Xiao Jie, are these wines a matter of your life and death?" she asked with a pout.
The man said matter-of-factly, "Of course, these wines are my lifeblood."
"In that case, are these wines more important than I am?" She cunningly led him into her trap bit by bit.
Gong Jie objected. "Of course not. Of course, you're more important."
"Then I'd like you to share this wine with everyone. We've already drunk it, but you're pulling a long face. If we don't enjoy the wine to our heart's content, won't it lose its value?"
The man was speechless. What she said made sense. He could not refute her.
"Let it go." Yun Shishi came over and patted him gently on the shoulder, handing him a glass. "Drink up! It's a rare happy occasion worth celebrating. Don't look so glum, eh?"
