Song Qingyang was taken aback, then she pulled her lips into a playful smile, a glint of amusement in her eyes: "And what about you?"
Her voice was cold, tinged with a hint of mockery: "You had me send my Second Uncle away, and then what did you talk about with Nuannuan?"
Yu Dou's face twitched slightly, and a trace of surprise appeared in his expression as he looked at Song Qingyang, but it vanished in an instant, returning to calm.
With a faint smile, he spoke, "Miss Song, it seems I suddenly see you in a different light!"
Song Qingyang lightly pressed her red lips together, looking as if she couldn't be bothered to speak further with him. She reached out to pick up the red wine beside her and drank it down.
The slight intoxication brought a faint blush to her beautiful face.
She stood up, looked at the man across from her, her voice indifferent: "I've finished eating, no need to trouble Mr. Yu to see me off, I'll take my leave first!"
