"Brother Junyan, I'll go up to find Xueying myself, won't disturb your drinking." She stood up rapidly and hurried to the round staircase, with not a moment of hesitation or bitterness.
She embodied the quintessence of a knowledgeable and kind-hearted woman to perfection.
Because she knew this man too well, the thing he disliked the most was a foolish woman who clung on persistently, and she could not let this night go to waste.
As expected, Bo Fengheng saw that she was sensible, sat back down, and picked up his glass, added ice cubes, and then poured the liquor into it.
Wen Yiqing deliberately slowed her steps and slightly tilted her head in a look that was brimming with emotion and reluctance to leave, as if waiting for him to ask her to stay.
But Bo Fengheng did not even glance at her, gracefully took a sip of the chilled drink, and then finished it in one gulp.
