"Brother Qinglun," Lu Qi'er said as she walked over, "What are you looking at? Why are you so happy?"
She had seen Fu Qinglun on his phone from afar. He was smiling with affection and happiness. But as soon as she approached, Fu Qinglun put his phone back in his pocket and smiled lightly. "It's nothing much."
There was a glint in Lu Qi'er's eyes as she handed Fu Qinglun a glass of wine. "Brother Qinglun, it's a happy occasion today. This needs a toast."
Fu Qinglun took a look at the wine in his hand. "This… isn't drugged right?"
Lu Qi'er froze and quickly averted his gaze. But she recovered quickly as well and said, "Brother Qinglun, what a joke. Why would I drug you?"
Fu Qinglun looked at Lu Qi'er silently, his gaze sharp and profound. "I was just joking. Why are you so nervous?"
He reached over to take the wine from Lu Qi'er's hands, and sipped a little of it.
He drank it.
