C1832 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1759

"What do you think Yi Yi and Dong Qing really have?" She turned to look at him.

Ye Nianmo listened obediently and stopped pouring the wine. He held the goblet between his index finger and thumb and said with a slightly drunk look in his eyes, "No, I believe she won't betray me."

He paused. "I'm just a little tired."

Regardless of whether it was his grandmother's matter or Dong Qing's