Gently poured a cup of wine, the aroma of the wine with the cool taste diffused in Jiang Xiyun’s lips and teeth, unconsciously he had been drinking a lot, even looking at Sheng Yeting and Xia Xingcheng a little hazily. Jiang Xiyun chuckled as he remembered the intimate interaction between those two. If Liang Fengyue was not suitable for Sheng ...