Fu Tinghan looked behind him and chuckled lightly, "Perhaps you could ask the beauty herself."
Zhao Ming turned his head and met Zhao Hanzhang's gaze. Startled, he immediately sat up straight, looking very serious, "Third Lady, when did you arrive?"
Zhao Hanzhang glanced at his expression, noticing his eyes were blurry and clearly drunk, "When the cousin was discussing beauties."
Zhao Hanzhang picked up the wine jug and sniffed the wine, finding the aroma quite pleasant. She sat cross-legged on the other side of the low table, took a cup, and filled it herself.
She tasted it and nodded in approval, "This wine is good."
Zhao Ming:...
He looked at Fu Tinghan sitting opposite, who showed no concern and even refilled her cup.
"It's rumored that Fu Zhongshu is upright and rigid, but I didn't expect his grandson to be quite different."
Fu Tinghan said, "That is a misunderstanding by the world. My grandfather isn't that kind of person."
