"But…" Huang Yingying hesitated to continue.
Zhou Xinlan frowned slightly and said, "Little girl, do you know that I am your cousin's client? Your brother will be transferring hundreds of thousands to millions to me every month."
Upon hearing this, Huang Yingying dared not hesitate any longer and could only pick up her glass to take a small sip.
After smacking her lips, Huang Yingying found that the red wine was indeed almost like what Zhou Yurong had said—similar to a soft drink and without the spicy throat-burning sensation of white liquor; it was only a little astringent.
Therefore, Huang Yingying no longer resisted drinking the red wine and began to drink more proactively.
Watching Huang Yingying drink, Lin Tian felt somewhat uneasy.
He, of course, understood that Zhou Yurong wanted to get Huang Yingying drunk, but he couldn't say anything now and could only watch helplessly.
