And wouldn't spend any effort on anything, so every word he says is credible.
Xia Ye's voice was cold, but it was forceful: "She's right, he's dating night. I can vouch for it."
As soon as Xia Ye delivered those words, Wen Quan knew he was finished.
In the end, he was still a step too late.
But how could it be like this?
For a moment, Wen Quan felt like he had just crawled out of quicksand only to be mercilessly kicked down again.
This time, the fall was even harder.
Wen Quan seemed stunned for a few seconds, then a faint smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Then suddenly, he said to Xia Ye: "Didn't I bring you a bottle of XO before? You kept it here as decoration, where's the wine?"
Xia Ye glanced at Wen Quan.
And said coldly: "I threw it away."
Wen Quan laughed and said: "Come on, don't lie to me. You won't let me drink when I'm heartbroken? I'll go get it."
After speaking, Wen Quan adeptly went upstairs.
