Ye Cheng looked up at her, and uncertainty flashed across the woman's eyes.
"It's been three years, and we've never sat down like this for a drink and a chat. I really hope this isn't a dream." With no response from the man, Zimei murmured to herself.
Ye Cheng paused slightly in his action of pouring wine, something fleetingly flashed in his phoenix eyes.
He silently pushed the wine glass, filled two-thirds full with red wine, in front of her, then picked up his own glass, gripping the stem with his long, fair fingers, and swirled it gently.
Even he couldn't figure out why he had to intervene and teach that muscle man a lesson earlier.
When he saw the muscle man's lecherous gaze drifting toward Zimei and his blatantly provocative words, a nameless fury ignited in Ye Cheng's heart, making him unable to restrain himself from acting.
"A Cheng, cheers~"
Zimei's cheerful voice suddenly rang out, her smile dazzling and charming as she proactively clinked her glass against his.
