Meng Yi's body stiffened, and she put on a sour face.
"Xiaolin, what nonsense are you talking about? This is a gift from Qingqing; how could it possibly be fake?"
"A perfume I've never smelt before, and you, a male escort, what would you know about smelling such high-end stuff?"
Ab-man Xiaolin, upon seeing Meng Yi displeased, hurriedly picked up a bottle of wine and put on a smile.
"Miss Meng, I'm sorry, I misspoke just now. I must have smelled it wrong. The gift from Miss Nan is definitely real. I'll finish this bottle of wine as an apology to you."
After saying that, he finished off the whole bottle under Meng Yi's stare.
As Meng Yi watched Xiaolin drinking from the side, for a moment, it was as if she saw Luo Ji.
A look of longing flashed in her eyes as she greedily watched him finish it all.
She lifted the corner of her mouth and pulled out ten bills from her bosom, stuffing them into Xiaolin's waistband.
