What Is Youth Without Passion? (6)

Song Qingchun squatted down beside the coffee table to fill up both glasses. Then she pushed one toward Su Zhinian. "Chatting alone is no fun, how about some wine to go with it. You don't mind right?"

Su Zhinian frowned, staring at the red liquid before him. It was after a while that he slowly shook his head. Song Qingchun raised her glass at Su Zhinian. "Cheers. Thank you for coming to fetch me today."

Song Qingchun then downed half of the glass before placing the glass back on the table. Then she stared at Su Zhinian, her dark pupils asking, Aren't you going to accept my thanks?

After some hesitation, Su Zhinian raised the glass to his lips and pretended to take a small sip. He cleared his throat and asked, even though he already knew the answer, "Why did you suddenly decide to come to this part of town by the way?"

He knew she was there to look for Qin Yinan, but she didn't know that he knew. She said she wanted to talk, so he played along.