This residential area had very strict security management. Thankfully, Qin Siting returned just in time, saving Ji Nuan a lot of trouble as they followed him in.
Seeing how, after receiving permission, Ji Nuan carried her basket and strolled over to the back of the villa, Qin Siting glanced at the ceiling-to-floor windows behind to glimpse at the woman in his backyard. His lips curved in a faint, apathetic smile. He reached into the liquor cabinet by his side to bring out an old bottle of red wine, pouring it into a tall glass.
He handed one to Mo Jingshen and then swayed the wine in his glass lightly as he casually said, "You sure are generous when coaxing your woman. Even my place has to be selflessly dedicated to her."
Mo Jingshen's lips curved imperceptibly. He took a taste of the wine and placed the glass down.
"When did your taste become so poor?" he lightly mocked.