"I'm saying, why so frugal? It's not like you're picking up the check today," Wen Jingheng said with a laugh, glancing at Dongfang Yu.
Dongfang Yu smiled faintly, "Isn't it good that I'm saving money for you?"
"If I wanted you to save money, why would I ask you out? Come on, drink up, I can afford a little wine," Wen Jingheng said, pouring a bottle of red wine for him and then for himself.
Dongfang Yu set down his glass, "Are you really planning to get drunk? Do you like Hai Lan so much that you're willing to drink in her honor?"
Wen Jingheng had drunk quite a bit, but his complexion hadn't changed in the slightest.
He said with a laugh, "It's not for her, I'm just worried."
"Worried about what?"
"Lin Xinxin's belly is getting bigger and bigger, and I still haven't found the father of the child. That's worrisome."
Dongfang Yu chuckled, "Don't worry, anyway, this can't be pinned on you."
The corners of Wen Jingheng's mouth twitched, feeling like he'd shot himself in the foot.
