He Ren smiled and clinked glasses with Song Yao. "There's nothing to thank me for. On the other hand, you've collected too few chestnuts these few days. I want 10,000 catties of chestnuts next month!"
Song Yao gritted her teeth and agreed, but she almost knocked out because of the glass of baijiu. "No problem!"
He Ren quickly went forward to support her. "You can't drink well, so why are you still pretending?"
"I'm not showing off!" Song Yao was a little cute after getting drunk. Even her face was red. "I'm thanking you! Thank you!"
"Even if it's gratitude, you shouldn't drink so much." He Ren snatched the wine glass from Song Yao's hand. Sometimes, he really doubted his own judgment.
Song Yao was good-looking, but why would he like a single woman who was divorced and had a child?
In fact, he did not mind Song Yao having a child at all. He could even accept that child calling him father as long as he could marry Song Yao!
