Ye Fan and Fire Phoenix sat opposite each other, and on the table in front of them, Fire Phoenix had already set up the wine and glasses.
"Knowing you were coming, I prepared this especially for you." Fire Phoenix poured the wine with a faint smile, "Let's have a drink, super strong vodka, your favorite."
"Alright." Ye Fan said just one word, then picked up the glass, clinked it once, and took a small sip.
"What's this, just a sip? Afraid it might be poisoned?" Fire Phoenix laughed cheerfully.
"Is this good enough now?" Ye Fan finished the wine in his glass. He knew Fire Phoenix was just making small talk; neither of them wanted to prematurely discuss reaching the end, which would lead to a hostile situation. It was better to converse using trivial topics.
"That's more like it." Fire Phoenix smiled openly and teased, "Why keep a long face? It's not like we're dying."
"Stop pretending to be calm, acting as if nothing is wrong." Ye Fan said indifferently.
