Song Yansheng chatted so casually and happily with Mo Dongheng for two minutes, and soon, the two of them hung up the phone.
Only then did he turn to Shi Nuan, smiling as he said, "Dong Heng said he has a few bottles of treasured fine wine. He'll bring them out for us to taste later!"
Shi Nuan wanted to frown again, saying, "Does Second Uncle think I have a good tolerance for alcohol?"
Song Yansheng was taken aback and laughed, "Didn't Nuannuan say you treated alcohol like a beverage when you were eight?"
Shi Nuan said, "But that was when I was eight, and now I hardly drink... Also, Second Uncle, your stomach isn't well; it's better to drink less!"
Song Yansheng smiled slightly and said, "So Nuannuan is concerned about me..."
Shi Nuan kept a straight face, feeling that Song Yansheng always deliberately missed the point when talking, really annoying!
