Ming Wei clutched her head, "Miss Cheng, this fruit wine was meant for Jian Xi, you've already had one bottle, and I really can't open the other one."
"Haha, why do you want to give wine to Jian Xi? Do you like her?" Cheng Ling laughed heartily. Her fair face, flushed with two shades of red from the alcohol, her cherry lips looked enticingly vivid.
Ming Wei's heart fluttered, she averted her eyes and saw a guest who had just entered the gallery: "Madam Nan..."
"I am Yu Ling." Yu Ling corrected, "You can call me Lady Yu."
"Lady Yu, hello." Ming Wei immediately corrected herself, smiling gently and elegantly, "Are you here to buy a painting?"
Yu Ling frowned, looking towards Cheng Ling sitting on the floor.
Cheng Ling wobbled to her feet, greeted, "Aunt Yu, hello there!"
Yu Ling pursed her lips, walked to the bar, and picked up the delicately white porcelain bottle: "This wine, is it meant for Jian Xi?"
"Yes."
Ming Wei openly admitted it, after all, Yu Ling had heard it.