Zhao Bin stared at Tasha sitting next to him. The other side poured him a glass of red wine. Instead of saying anything, Zhao Bin raised his glass to touch it.

The cups touched together and made a crisp sound. Zhao Bin took a gentle SIP and put down the cup and looked at Tasha. "Now can we say something about ghost fire?"

"Anxious what, you men are so anxious, just as I said, you meet my requirements, I will certainly meet you."

Tasha holds a glass of wine and the wine turns in it. Her eyes look at Zhao Bin sitting next to her with a teasing look. Her...