"Jin Mo, don't you think you're going too far? I've already apologized, what more do you want?" Song Qi looked at Jin Mo, grinding his teeth with suppressed anger.
She's a true disaster with a pretty face!
If their brotherly relationship ever soured, it would definitely be because of this woman.
"What do I want?" Jin Mo raised an eyebrow, intentionally dragging out his tone.
"Apologies shouldn't just be verbal, you need to show it through your actions. It so happens that Tang Yan is about to be discharged from the hospital, why don't you treat us to a meal?" Jin Mo said with a smile, looking at Song Qi.
"No problem." Song Qi responded without hesitation, a bit perplexed—was it really that simple?
Facing Jin Mo's smile, Song Qi had a bad feeling.
...
Ningjiang Star, seven o'clock in the evening.
With a "pop," the sound of opening the red wine was unusually crisp. The red liquid flowed into the glass as Jin Mo watched unblinkingly, his smile growing wider by the moment.
