The sound was neither loud nor soft, but Cheng Weiyue could hear it. Involuntarily, she turned her head to look at him and said speechlessly, "If you have a problem with Zhou Jingwei, you don't have to make it so obvious, do you?"
"Which eye of yours saw that I have a problem with Zhou Jingwei?" Lan Rong gave Cheng Weiyue a disdainful look and said, "I am just feeling sentimental."
"Sentimental about what?" Cheng Weiyue was curious.
"Did you see the two bottles of wine in Zhou Jingwei's hands?" Lan Rong lifted his chin in that direction.
Not far away, Zhou Jingwei casually placed two bottles of red wine on the table, with a smile spread across his face, chatting with Cheng Cunzheng who had just arrived.
From a distance, the two seemed to be enjoying their conversation greatly.
Cheng Weiyue nodded, then looked at Lan Rong, puzzled, "And? My dad does indeed like red wine, what's the issue?"
