"Cheeky, it's not that I'm being stingy—I really don't have any right now! If you don't believe me, you and Sun Qian can come back to the store and see for yourselves. Try and find some then!" Sun Qian had only managed a few words before Cheeky snatched the phone away and launched into a full-on barrage against Shen Yibin. He was demanding more wine, no matter what, and it was giving Shen Yibin a massive headache. "It'll be a while before there's a new batch. Once it's brewed, I'll mail it to you, how about that?"
"Alright, alright. If Bin says he doesn't have any, then he really doesn't. Stop bothering him." Even Sun Qian couldn't take it anymore and pulled the phone away from Cheeky. "Sorry about that, Bin. You know how Cheeky can be… a bit of a nag."
