The waiter left, and Suxin's complexion looked somewhat off.
"Molin, let's return this wine; it's from 2002, clearly very expensive."
"Susu, this is the wine your director gave you as a gesture of goodwill, understand? People of status really care about face. If you send the wine back, you're refusing to give them face, and that's a big taboo," Li Molin spoke authoritatively, as if he was well-versed in the rules of high society.
Suxin didn't want to say anything more. Li Molin today was completely beyond her understanding; so weak and pretentious that she couldn't help but wonder if choosing him had been right or wrong.
Suxin sat there eating. She had only had one glass of the wine and didn't drink more, but Li Molin, on the other hand, drank as if he had found a treasure.
Moreover, Suxin constantly felt like there was a gaze on her from behind, but every time she turned around, she only saw Chen Ziqian acting nonchalantly towards a beauty.
