Gao Chuan, with a gloomy face, came out of the girl's bedroom and saw Song Li, still leisurely eating in the dining room. Without a word, he walked to the balcony, lit a cigarette, and the milky white smoke slowly rose, blurring his rugged face.
Song Li came over and stood next to Gao Chuan, also lighting a cigarette casually. He hadn't expected Jiang An to have such a low alcohol tolerance; it seemed a bit like he had bullied the girl at their first meeting. "Is your sister-in-law alright?"
Gao Chuan turned his gaze sharply and glared at him, his voice cold: "She's fine."
"This girl is also sensible, looks obedient, and you should be careful not to let anyone bully her," Song Li said, squinting his eyes and biting his cigarette.
