Seated far away, Jiang Moshu watched the domineering Ren Feng, as if contemplating something deep within her beautiful eyes.
"Alright, Moshu, no one will disturb our treatment anymore."
Ren Feng blinked and then helped Jiang Moshu fill her glass with wine.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Jiang Moshu gazed at the glass.
"Moshu, you're too clever," Ren Feng said expectantly, "It'd be great if I could get you drunk."
"This joke is not funny at all."
Jiang Moshu said lightly, then took the glass and drank it straight down.
"You knew I wanted to get you drunk, yet you still drank?"
Ren Feng's lips seemed to bear a hint of a smile.
"Didn't you say it's part of the treatment?"
Jiang Moshu looked at Ren Feng, and her beautiful eyes seemed to hold something different, her red lips were extremely captivating.
Ren Feng felt a bit surprised, Jiang Moshu indeed seemed different.
