Confused: Are They Talking About Me?

Inside the quiet room, not many words were exchanged, making it inevitably cold.

Yu Gangan could have endless conversations with the two men separately, but when they were together, she didn't know what to say.

In fact, to lighten the atmosphere, her smile had almost gone stiff.

When the waiter placed a bottle of red wine on the table, Yu Gangan gasped, "We all drove here. It's best if we don't drink."

A smile remained on He Shigui's face as he turned the revolving tray in the middle, "Since we're treating a guest, it's only natural to have some red wine."

He picked up the bottle and poured two glasses like a host serving his guest, "No need to be polite, Mr. Fang."

He Shigui's intent was obvious: he did not want Fang Zhihan to pay.

At the same time, he wanted to draw a line between them and Fang Zhihan.

Fang Zhihan's lips curved upwards slightly with an ambiguous smile like he had seen through everything.