"Yes."
"No."
Two clear and graceful voices sounded at the same time, with completely opposite answers, making the listener's heart tremble.
Yi Xian'er was a bit confused: "There is a reserve of wine, why does Manyun say there isn't?"
"I decide what goes on in the winery. If I say there's none, then there's none."
Jiang Manyun was dressed in a gorgeous red robe, exquisitely beautiful, and every frown and smile was full of charm.
The charming and beautiful woman cast a sideways glance at the two, with a very obvious provocative meaning.
Lin Jinhao pursed his lips and smiled bitterly, mistaking her anger for the drowning incident. He awkwardly touched the back of his head and clasped his hands together, pleading bitterly.
"Miss Jiang, please forgive me this once, I assure you I would save you first if this were to happen again."
"Is this how you ask for forgiveness? Are you cursing me?"
Jiang Manyun couldn't help but laugh in anger, and kicked him with a raised leg.
"Ouch!"