Fang Qing opened her mouth.
Fu Zili turned his head, wanting to speak but then hesitated.
Fang Qing smiled at him as if nothing were amiss.
Fu Zili pursed his lips, feeling both ashamed and moved.
He knew Fang Qing rarely drank white liquor; even during New Year's gatherings at the military's, she would drink beer.
Her doing so was clearly for his sake.
"Bring two bottles of Maotai."
Chang Wei recovered his smile.
The atmosphere eased.
Wan Yawen let out a sigh of relief, unable to help but give Fang Qing a grateful smile.
Truly a talented woman from the Institute of Political Science and Law.
She understood the bigger picture.
Two bottles of Feitian Maotai were brought to the table.
Fu Zili went around pouring drinks and when he got to Fang Qing, he reminded her in a low voice, "Drink less."
"No problem."
Though Wan Yawen was the host, Chang Wei completely ignored both of them, focusing all his attention on Fang Qing instead.
