YJTC, large flat.
"Brother Song said he's already on his way back, should be here in about 20 minutes."
Zhao Yaqian put down her phone and stood up from the sofa.
Beside the white and gold art-style island bar, Lin Muxue licked her lips and smiled, "Half a month without meeting, you must have missed him a lot, right?"
She spoke as she elegantly poured two glasses of whisky from the Macallan 18-year-old Sherry Barrel next to her.
She picked up a glass and waved it towards Zhao Yaqian, smiling, "Come on, Qianqian, have some drink to cheer up, wishing you a great night."
"Click, click, click—" The sound of high heels tapping on the ground was crisp and clear.
Taking the crystal-clear glass, Zhao Yaqian smiled and clinked glasses with Lin Muxue.
The cool liquor rolled down her throat, rich and full-bodied, with a complex yet harmonious flavor, it tasted really good.
Zhao Yaqian licked her lips with a nimble tongue and grinned, "Xue, don't you miss Brother Song?"
