C144 Luring 1 of nu er hong

Yin Che stared at Little Ying, this time he was very sure that this woman, whose pink face was thicker than a dead face, really knew him.

"Where have we met?" Yin Che probed.

Little Ying's hand trembled and the wine spilled out.

Yin Che held onto Little Ying's hand, and the wine kept dripping down from the table.

He stood up and walked to Little Ying's side, smiling as he advised Yin Che