"You handled things beautifully." Hell's Lord poured a glass of wine and looked at her.
Feng Jiu went in and sat down at the table. "It's already late in the evening. Aren't you going back to rest?"
"Didn't this Lord tell you? I'm waiting until you're back for a drink." He raised his glass, and a teasing smile appeared on his lips. "This Lord took care of the wine."
She curled her mouth and laughed embarrassedly, "No need, I quit drinking recently." Stop joking, did she want it repeated? Drinking with this man was especially dangerous.
"Scared?" He lifted his eyebrows, which was unexpected.
"Hey, Hell's Lord, I'm really tired tonight. Shall we talk another time? You see, my father has just taken over the country and he has a lot of things to deal with. I'm going to be very busy helping him with some things these days, so you see..."
