She didn't believe that Qin Mengsha would kill Jiang Wenying and Qiao Shengli at this time, as there was simply no need.
"Zhiyi, I toast to you. A toast to your ability to let go of past grievances, for your magnanimity, your tolerance," "Qiao Zhihuan" poured the wine and raised her glass to her.
Qiao Zhiyi looked at the red wine in the glass, and she picked it up.
Ling Hao became nervous.
The hand under the table clenched involuntarily.
"We're all family, there's no need for formalities," Qiao Zhiyi clinked glasses with her, "I'm on duty tonight, so I won't drink."
"Qiao Zhihuan" did not insist, but turned towards Ling Hao, "You're not working tonight, right? Let's drink together."
Ling Hao took a deep breath inwardly, and he picked up his glass, "Thank you for your hospitality."
"Don't mention it." "Qiao Zhihuan" watched as Ling Hao drank his wine, and she did too.
