Mu Chen: "... Tsk."
The man's lips twitched slightly.
What the hell is up with a chicken nest?
She must be drunk.
He pulled the little bun who couldn't even speak properly and narrowed his eyes before mumbling to himself, "As lightweight as one glass?"
No.
She didn't even have a glass yet.
How lightweight was she?
The little thing swayed her dizzy head and rested her face on the table, energyless. She pouted slightly with a light brush on her face.
—— Looking rather cute.
Mu Chen sneered and didn't mind her. Seeing that she was quietly resting there, he poured a glass for himself and started to drink it leisurely.
"Uncle...." The little thing suddenly lifted her head up, making Mu Chen's hand tremble and spill the wine.
His eyes twitched and glanced at the little girl.
