Cheng Xue Yao took the chance to toast Zhang Yang and both of them gulped down the entire content of the cup in a single gulp. If any bartender sees the two gulped down the exquisite wine like cheap booze, he would have flipped out and taken the bottle of wine for himself.
"Mr. Zhang…Can I ask you a question?" asked Cheng Xue Yao with a grin. The alcohol had started to work up all the way to her cheeks. In fact, both Zhang Yang and Cheng Xue Yao were dyed in red.
"Ask away!" said Zhang Yang. He was beginning to feel the effect of the wine in him and felt wavey and tipsy. It got so hard to concentrate on anything at all, that any word that came out of his own mouth was forgotten immediately.
"What is your name?"
"*hick* My name? Hehe. Zhang…wait for it…Yang! Zhang Yang."
"Who are your parents?"
"My parents? Lets…see…they are nobody. Their names are Zhang Xian Yu, and Fang Li!"
"Who do you love most?"