The daughters of elite families, don't they all know high-end red wines and wines like the back of their hands? Yet she's the only one who wants to drink beer.
"I can eat a little something else first to cushion my stomach, it'll be fine." Meimei seemed to have been suppressing for a long time, suddenly wanting to relax. She reached out and tugged at his sleeve, eyes filled with pleading, "Just this once, okay?"
"..."
To her, he couldn't utter the word 'no'.
"Let's go to the snack street." Dan Tingye pressed her small face against his chest and looked up to instruct.
"Yes, Young Master." Yao replied respectfully and soon started the car, heading towards the snack street.
Whether it was his warm embrace or her taut nerves suddenly relaxing, Meimei leaned against him, and the car hadn't gone far before she fell asleep.
By the time the car arrived at the snack street, she was still asleep.
