Cough cough.
Looking at Qiao Jiaying's confused expression, Qin Hao realized this girl was more innocent than he had imagined. He was also quite amazed; not everyone born into the entertainment industry succumbs to the tide.
"It's nothing, come on, cheers." Switching topics, Qin Hao lifted his glass and said with a smile.
Clink!
After a round of drinking, Qiao Jiaying placed the empty crystal glass on the table.
The corner of her mouth still had red wine stains, adding even more allure to her already crimson lips.
This was already her third glass of wine. Although there wasn't much Lafite, it was strong in effect, especially being a 1997 vintage.
Now with the wine kicking in, her whole face was as red as peach blossoms, and her eyes were blurred.
"That's enough."
Qin Hao drank the red wine in his glass and, after placing the cup down, looked at Qiao Jiaying and said.
