"Then I won't be shy."
Zhou Qing stood up and walked to the liquor cabinet, quickly scanning it and couldn't help but be somewhat surprised.
Inside Nie Yuhuan's liquor cabinet were plenty of fine drinks: red, white, and beer, some of which were foreign brands. Although the bottles were admittedly quite attractive, as for the spirits, it goes without saying -- there were several bottles of Moutai with vintage labels, even some specially supplied to the military. The wine, too, were big foreign brands.
Zhou Qing couldn't help but speculate about Nie Yuhuan's identity.
She had been parachuted in from Capital City, and her home was stocked with so many good drinks. It seemed her background was indeed not small.
But since Nie Yuhuan didn't mention it, it wasn't his place to ask too much.
He didn't want to create an awkward barrier between them and push her away.
Developing a good relationship now, perhaps in the future, Nie Yuhuan might become a political resource for him.
