In an elegant room on the third floor, Shopkeeper Ling personally poured the wine. The person occupying this room was none other than his master, Zhao Hongsheng.
Returning from the window to the table, Zhao Hongsheng picked up his wine cup and downed it in one gulp, unable to suppress the smile on his face.
Xia Zheng did indeed bring that peasant girl to Capital city, huh? What, he wants a slice of his pie?
Wu Jiangtao also raised his cup and finished it in one go, smacking his lips twice, his laughter laced with malice, "This little girl is quite interesting, just a bit lacking in looks, plus her temper is too fiery. I wonder what she is like in bed."
At this, Zhao Hongsheng burst into laughter, although it did not reach his eyes.
Wu Zhengqing, however, looked disdainful, his slender fingers caressing the rim of his cup, the smile at his lips unhidden.
