Jiang Yuchuan was unaware of Ming Lingyi's inner turmoil. When she fell silent, he assumed she was agreeing to his arrangements.
"You said earlier you had something to discuss with me privately. What was it?"
As Jiang Yuchuan spoke, his voice was clearly not as relaxed as before.
Ming Lingyi snapped back to reality. 'What could I possibly need to discuss with Jiang Yuchuan in private?'
"Ah, yes. I brewed some apricot blossom wine a while ago. Would you like to try some? The flavor might not be anything special; it was just an experiment." An idea sparked in Ming Lingyi's mind as her gaze swept over the stone table, which had not yet been cleared.
Of course, Jiang Yuchuan wouldn't refuse, even though he rarely drank. But how could he pass up the chance to taste wine brewed by Ming Lingyi's own hands?
"Then I must thank you, Miss Ming."
