Just after sitting down for a moment, Guo Furong arrived, holding a bottle of XO brandy, and placed it on the table.
"This brandy is worth seven or eight thousand, Sister Furong, you're quite generous," Ye Xiong commented with a smile after looking at the bottle.
"You should just call me 'sister;' I like hearing you call me that," Guo Furong giggled.
"That was just a stopgap earlier, don't take it to heart?"
"You look down on me, think I, Guo Furong, am not worthy of being your sister?" Guo Furong's face immediately turned stern.
"That's not what I meant?"
"That is exactly what you meant." Guo Furong looked at him and sighed, "It's understandable, though. Someone young like you, with such great skills, definitely isn't ordinary, so it's normal to look down on an old woman like me."
"Since you like it, then I'll just call you that. Sister Furong, Sister Furong, Sister Furong," Ye Xiong called out several times in succession before he stopped, smiling, "Now, are you satisfied?"
