Well, well, a table of drinks to buy my favor! And it isn't even good wine.
It fits the role he is currently pretending to be.
Zhao Rong gave Qian'er a reassuring look discreetly.
Afterward.
"Oh?" The young Confucian Scholar pinched the wine cup between two fingers, raising his eyebrows playfully, lifting a hand to pinch Su Qingdai's delicate chin and tilting her face up slightly.
He chuckled lightly, "It wasn't for nothing that I cared for you."
Su Qingdai gave a subtle smile, her eyes crinkling.
"For you," Zhao Rong tipped the wine cup forward, feeding her a sip of wine.
After taking a sip, Su Qingdai, acting sensible, took the cup to refill it for him, avoiding Qian'er's gaze.
Zhao Rong turned his head, persisting, "Old General, we're all friends here... do you have any outstanding juniors you'd like to promote, perhaps we could meet them together, especially any intriguing ladies."
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