"Brother Zhi," Jiang Wei'er changed her sitting position, her face no longer the carefree expression she had earlier as she smoothed out her dress, "Let's switch, anything else will do. This is inappropriate. Your aunt has a boyfriend."
Her tone was somewhat conciliatory.
"No."
Jiang Zhi, at his core, was a thoroughly bad person.
He taunted, "Can't handle it, can you?"
Jiang Wei'er had a fatal weakness: she couldn't be provoked. Once provoked, she'd explode.
She poured a glass of wine, drank it all in one go, set the glass down—
"Don't bully Wei'er anymore."
Xue Bingxue covered her mouth, her doe-like eyes fluttered as she tried to look at Jiang Wei'er, but then timidly dodged away, her ears turning red as she said, "Wei'er's boyfriend will be upset with her."
If Wei'er's boyfriend got upset, Wei'er would be unhappy. If Wei'er was unhappy, he would be sad.
So, Xue Bingxue pressed her mouth shut firmly.
Xue Baoyi: "..."
