"Alright."
The beauty had invited him, so naturally, Lu Jincheng wouldn't refuse.
Outside the suite's living room, there was a secluded scenic balcony.
There were two wicker armchairs and a small wicker tea table on the balcony, perfect for a natural wine-drinking location.
"Take a seat, I'll open the wine."
The man squinted, leading Guan Yongyi to the balcony and pointed to the chairs.
From the living room's wine cabinet, he took out a bottle of red wine with an off-white label and used a corkscrew to open the bottle.
Then he casually changed into slippers, took two glass cups from the rack, with one hand holding the two glasses and the other supporting the wine bottle, and sat down on the chair opposite Guan Yongyi on the balcony.
Love is like a battlefield, and identifying a girl's signals is also a form of intuition.
Guan Yongyi seemed different tonight.
