Zhan Qipei's heart felt even colder, his lips pressed tightly and his eyebrows knitted together.
When Qiao Jing opened her mouth to explain, she noticed the bottle of wine on the dining table and quickly walked over to it, tenderly picking up the bottle.
"'82 Lafite."
Qiao Jing recognized it at a glance.
"Thank you."
Seeing Qiao Jing sit down, Zhan Qipei's heart eased slightly.
Qiao Jing deftly opened the bottle and poured herself a full glass of wine, then lifted her eyes to look at Zhan Qipei.
"Would you like some?"
Her love for wine was also known by very few; after all, she was picky about her wine and would not touch anything apart from those that suited her taste.
But the red wine Zhan Qipei had brought happened to be the kind Qiao Jing loved the most.
Zhan Qipei was aware that she liked red wine, probably from overhearing that phone call with Zhou Fu last week. He had inadvertently mentioned it.
"Yes."
