After speaking, she realized Yu Xiuzhun glared at her again, only then aware she had spoken the truth.
"Ye Mingmei, I find you're getting bolder in front of me," Yu Xiuzhun narrowed his mischievous eyes, staring unwaveringly at her.
He seemed to be trying to discern something from her delicate, pretty face.
He didn't like her being timid, but this wasn't much better.
Every minute he felt like strangling her in anger!
"Who died? Why would you suddenly ask such a question?" Ye Mingmei's heart skipped a beat, quickly continuing the previous topic to prevent Yu Xiuzhun from turning the focus on her.
"Nothing, just suddenly thought of it and asked,"
Yu Xiuzhun's gaze flickered, hiding the sadness in his eyes.
He picked up the red wine beside him and downed it in one gulp.
He didn't say, and Ye Mingmei wasn't interested in asking.
As long as Yu Xiuzhun didn't force her to drink, it was fine.
"Pour me some wine."
