"Silly, don't you like me?" Freman smiled warmly.
"No... I do. I like you. I love you... My name is Linnea Chiong and I'm from the Chiong family." Linnea's tears streamed down her face and her heart was filled with joy as she clutched at him firmly.
"Come on, come with me before I anger my father and the Old Master." He chuckled.
"Okay..." She nodded her head vigorously as she shed tears.
On the other hand, Heather's apartment seemed to be rather lively that night, with a group of women gathering there. She had prepared several dishes while the rest of the group had prepared a few bottles of wine. They had decided not to leave until they were dead drunk.
Although the health-preserving wine tasted great, it had a flaw and that was that it wouldn't lead to intoxication. No matter how much they drank, they would merely feel a little woozy in the head. They wouldn't feel sick nor would they be knocked out immediately.