She often hid behind others like a mouse, thinking that no one could see her petty tricks or discern her malicious nature.
"That sounds reasonable," Jiang Lingzhi nodded, as if persuaded. She reached out and took the wine bowl from Zhao Ruowei’s hand, bringing it toward her own lips. "It actually smells quite mellow. I shall have a taste then, for good luck."
"That’s more like it," Zhao Ruowei smiled, her eyes fixed intently on Jiang Lingzhi. "I hope that after you drink this ward-off-bad-luck wine, your future will be bright and brilliant... oh..."
Chapter 99