"My matter?"
Su Qing asked Qiu Yongkang with a cold face. He was getting increasingly disgusted with Qiu Yongkang, and his words were deliberately mystifying.
"Yes, the day before yesterday, Seventh Master Jiang went to Tartan to deliver coal. The Third Prince told him that the Drunken Overlord was out of stock and asked when you could deliver the wine. I forgot to mention it just now, so I remembered halfway and quickly came over to tell you."
Qiu Yongkang didn't care about Su Qing's attitude and calmly finished his sentence.
Su Qing didn't believe him just because of this excuse. She continued to ask Qiu Yongkang aggressively,
"Did you meet anyone on the way back?"
"Who can we meet in the middle of the night? Su Qing, are you suspecting me?"
Qiu Yongkang smiled bitterly and asked Su Qing helplessly.
