You got hurt on purpose, right?

Song ran quickly smiled. Okay, okay, okay. Second brother, you're so intimate. I think you look like my brother. Like my real brother.

Tang Ji 'an took the glass from song ran and finished it in one gulp. Yang Haitao quickly clapped his hands. "Good alcohol tolerance."

Tang Ji 'an really did drink three glasses in a row, and song ran's anger disappeared. Since young master Tang had given her so much face, she couldn't really be unforgiving.

She wasn't an idiot, so she knew what to do.

After Tang Ji 'an finished his three glasses, song ran poured herself another glass and said to Tang Ji' an, " the last time we were on the side of the road, we got to know each other through a fight. I didn't recognize you and offended you, second brother. I'll drink a cup as punishment.

Tang Ji 'an waved his hand. you shouldn't drink white wine at home. Ask the waiter to serve you a red one. You should drink less. It's just a token of appreciation.