Although his tone was gentle, Tong Xiaohua could hear the teasing and mockery in his words.
She turned her head and bravely met his gaze.
After all, in her dictionary, there was no word for "surrender."
"Forget it, let's just drink a couple of bottles of Sorghum Liquor here!" Tong Xiaohua raised an eyebrow.
Yan Bo chuckled heartily!
"Heroine, spare me, can I request to drink red wine instead of Sorghum Liquor?"
That stomach-burning stuff, Yan Bo truly did not have the guts to drink too much.
And Tong Xiaohua, often following around the Tong family's boss with a bunch of rough men, had indeed drunk quite a bit of Sorghum Liquor.
"Look at you, so pitiful, fine, granted then!"
Tong Xiaohua was not reluctant to treat Yan Bo to these stored wines, but rather, she was also convinced by his "atmosphere theory." Furthermore, she was genuinely afraid that she would randomly grab a bottle from the Storage Cabinet, and Yan Bo would drag her off somewhere strange.
