Then, he looked up at the person across from him drinking red wine and said softly, "Ayue, do you remember last time we broke a vase in my dad's office?"
Han Yue's hand holding the wine glass paused, he looked up, "I remember, what about it?"
"Do you remember giving me money for the vase?" Quan Mingxuan asked again.
"Did I?" Han Yue played dumb looking at him, "Didn't I pay you?
"Han Yue, stop playing dumb and hurry up and give me the money." When he thought of the broken vase, he gritted his teeth with resentment.
Because of that damn vase, this jerk had piled all the blame on him. His father had nearly punished him severely and even made him write a 10,000-word self-criticism report.
"Axuan, considering our friendship, it's a bit petty of you to keep bringing such a trivial matter up," Han Yue poured a glass of wine and placed it in front of him.
"Come on, have a drink and cool down."
