"It's because I tasted it that I found the flavor lacking."
Tang Li said, stuffing the Moutai into the nearby wine rack, "Besides, it's not advisable to drink after a long journey, especially strong liquor."
Song Baiyan listened to her reasoning and didn't insist on the issue of the alcohol.
Once they returned to the dining table, he reached out his left hand toward Tang Li.
At this moment, the two were very close.
Tang Li assumed Song Baiyan wanted to pull her onto his lap, and she glanced toward the living room, where Song Jingtian was lying over the coffee table eating watermelon. His curious eyes were sneakily watching the dining area — clearly keeping an eye on them the entire time.
Caught in the act of spying, the little guy remained unfazed, continuing to watch with a tilted gaze while picking up an ashtray; he pouted and spat out two watermelon seeds.
The next second, noticing Tang Li glaring at him, the little guy restrained himself somewhat.
