"Xiao Ke, what you said on the table just now is nothing. I said it boldly!" Zhao Bingnan chewed the food in his mouth, breathed wine and said: "but what I said is the truth, not like you make it up. If you're going to take me to court, I have evidence, too. "

"what evidence do you have?" Ke Xiaoke put down his chopsticks and looked up at Zhao Bingnan, full of anger.

"who in the whole regiment didn't understand the affair you had with the head of the literary troupe?" Zhao Bingnan doesn't look at Ke Xiaoke either, swallows the meat in his mouth, drinks a mouthful of...