"She hasn't fallen into a deep sleep yet, I'll hold her for a while longer," Chi Yue said.
Fu Rongyin nodded slightly and walked to the bar, pouring himself a glass of red wine.
Chi Yue frowned, "You're like this already, and you're still drinking?"
"I'm fine like this; what's the problem?"
Seeing that he was about to bring the glass to his lips, Chi Yue stepped forward and snatched the cup away, "Please consider Mianmian more, don't let her be an orphan."
Fu Rongyin smiled, "She won't become an orphan; you wouldn't ignore her."
Chi Yue met his meaningful smile, and her frown deepened, "You already know?"
Fu Rongyin responded with another question, "Would you like a drink?"