"Brother Chengfeng, why, why is this?"
"Do you still have the right to ask for a reason now? Whether you drink or not is up to you. I'm not forcing you."
Qiao Ling pursed her lips and hesitated again, "If I drink it, will you really forgive me?"
Wei Chengfeng raised an eyebrow, "Whether you believe it is up to you, drinking or not drinking is also up to you."
Qiao Ling took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Alright, I will drink."
She picked up the wine glass with a look of determination to embrace whatever comes, looked at the red liquid, gritted her teeth, and drank it in one gulp.
Putting down the wine glass, Qiao Ling looked at him, "I've drunk it."
Wei Chengfeng stood up and sneered, "Good that you drank it."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
