When Nie Mingyu arrived at night, Ning Zhiyuan had drunk a lot of wine on his own, and his cold eyes were slightly confused, but his will was still very clear.

Nie Mingyu pushes the door in and looks at Ning Zhiyuan who knows how to pour wine without saying a word. He is a little surprised and picks his eyebrow.

it seems that it was eighteen or nine years ago that I would rather stay away from the last time.

he shook his head helplessly in his heart. Nie Mingyu walked towards Ning Zhiyuan, sat down beside him, took a glass of wine and poured it to himself. He...