"What did you call me? Huh?" Su Zhuoqian let go of her and raised his eyebrows slightly with interest.
"Su Zhuoqian." Qiao Weiyang smiled gently.
"Huh?" The man continued to raise his eyebrows, obviously dissatisfied with her answer.
"Zhuoqian," Qiao Weiyang said in a low voice. "Thank you."
"I don't want your thanks."
He wanted more.
He hoped that she could afford it.
…
At night, after Qiao Weiyang washed up, someone knocked on the door.
The butler stood at the door. "Miss Qiao, Young Master asked me to send you red wine."
"Come in. Just leave it over there." Qiao Weiyang smiled.
The butler had already aired the wine. After putting it aside, he left respectfully.
Qiao Weiyang poured half a glass and sniffed it. The fragrance assaulted her nose.
The wine was very good.
She took out her phone and sent Su Zhuoqian a WeChat message.
