Huo Yanting saw her coming over with alcohol, his deep gaze turning slightly colder as his tall figure stepped forward. He stared at the bottle for a moment and said, "This is indeed a rare and fine drink, aged long enough. You brought such exquisite wine for me to drink—won't you feel heartache over it?"
Chu Tingting, hearing the implication that he might drink, lit up with a joyful smile. "Yan Ting, what are you saying? Do we even need to be so formal with one another? If I have something good, of course, I'll want to share it with you."
"You bringing alcohol to me—is this your father's idea as well?" Huo Yanting's gaze narrowed slightly, a hint of mockery evident in his voice.
Chu Tingting froze, her eyes widening.
"Yan Ting, you… what do you mean by that?" Chu Tingting, suddenly feeling a little guilty, stammered.
