Chiang Qing leaned toward her, and Cheng Su quickly supported her with a steady hand, though her grip was slightly stiff and her gaze was cold, but in an instant, she was standing firm.
"Is Director Chiang already drunk?" Cheng Su smiled sweetly, "What should we do? The bottle's not even halfway through!"
"There's nothing I can do about a low tolerance!" Chiang Qing laughed as she patted her head, then returned to her seat.
Cheng Su also sat down, poured Secretary Gao another glass of wine, watched him turn to inquire about Chiang Qing, and smiled slightly as she picked up her teacup and toasted the person next to her.
The teacup concealed the coldness at the corners of her lips. Just as Chiang Qing leaned over, she swiftly whispered in her ear: Can you really still have children for him?
Was Chiang Qing reminding her of last year's incident?
Or was she deliberately trying to hurt her? Or perhaps it was out of jealousy and a curse?
