C865 Running Fruitlessly on the Street

The wine in front of her was just a small cup. She drank it in one gulp, but it was cocktail. Zi had just said that she liked high algebra.

Lo Wenchong knew how good the foreign wine was. It tasted good, but after thirty minutes, it became a mess.

But since Zi said so, if he did not drink it, it would appear that he was very petty.

Without saying anything