Cangming poured her another cup.
Mo Zhiyun wanted to drink more but was stopped by him.
"Drinking on an empty stomach is bad for the stomach. Drink later."
Mo Zhiyun hesitated for a moment before putting down the cup.
When the boss brought the barbecue over, she grabbed two handfuls, one for herself and the other for cangming.
A mouthful of meat and a mouthful of wine, she didn't look like a lady from a prestigious family at all.
After drinking three bottles of beer, mo Zhiyun's white face blushed slightly. Her bright eyes were a little blurred, and her soft white hands patted on the greasy table.
"Cangming, we're both women, so why can't we understand each other? Why is it that it's always other women who make things difficult for women?"
Cang Ming held a skewer in his hand. He didn't know how to answer her question because he didn't understand many of the operations of women.
