Mu Jinxi spoke as she took another sip of her drink, turning to Qin Yin and saying: "Hey, what are you thinking about? Look at me, I've already finished off two bottles, and you're still halfway through your first one. Not cool at all! If you don't drink, that's fine, but you were always such a chatterbox, now you've hardly said a word. Did your family's harridan and green tea bitch mess with your head?"
Qin Yin stared blankly at Mu Jinxi, then suddenly asked, "Joseph's shirt looks pretty old, why is he still keeping it?"
Mu Jinxi drained the last few drops of wine from her bottle, and replied, "I have no clue. He's got a few shirts like that, all stained with paint at the edges, and he can't bear to throw them away. I even doubt whether he's really wealthy. He can't even bear to buy a new shirt."
As she was speaking, Qin Yin's hands trembled, she failed to grip the bottle securely, and it dropped onto the carpet. The wine spilled and stained the purple carpet, likely ruining it.
