Meng Shiqing teased him, "That move last time seemed to not work on Ye Zhantian, huh?"
"Shush," Chu Baichuan frowned and reminded, "Don't talk about that here."
Meng Shiqing pouted, then changed the subject, "How about this time? Will it work tonight?"
"It will definitely work tonight," Chu Baichuan bragged with a proud lift of his eyebrows, "Before, Ye Zhantian was too cautious, even a slight odd taste in his drink would alert him, but lately he's been downcast and in low spirits, it will certainly not be a problem."
Hearing this, Nan Zhifeng's brow furrowed tightly, it seemed that indeed it was a trap set by Chu Baichuan and his daughter last time, but what did they mean by "hard to deal with"?
Hadn't they already made their move last time?
"Then I'll congratulate you in advance."
"Congratulations in advance."
Meng Shiqing raised his glass to clink with Chu Baichuan's.
