She smiled awkwardly and aggrievedly, apologizing like a little white flower.
"I'm sorry, Xingyao. I was too pedantic."
"Please don't be mad at me."
Li Lizhu picked up the wine glass beside her and raised it at Ye Xingyao.
"Xingyao, I'll apologize to you."
"No need. I don't drink."
Ye Xingyao said coldly as he looked at the red wine with hatred.
Twenty years ago, if he had not gotten drunk and accidentally slept with Li Lizhu, how would Gu An'an have misunderstood him, and gotten together with another man and even gotten married?
Li Lizhu immediately put aside the red wine awkwardly and probed jokingly,
"Xingyao, you haven't touched alcohol since you broke up with An'an."
"You used to love to drink. Are you going to quit alcohol for the rest of your life because of An'an?"
"I'm full." Ye Xingyao's face suddenly turned cold. He put down his bowl and chopsticks and turned to go upstairs.