Ye Che's expression flickered with astonishment, then he turned to look at Wen Qiyang, who was eying him with a smirk, highball glass in hand, looking incredibly dashing.
"Isn't that so? Your daughter hasn't even been born yet, and she's already tied to the Wen Family. I'm so going to make you furious!"
Whenever Ye Che and Wen Qiyang met, their banter was sharp, but it was mostly harmless jokes. Everyone was used to it, and no one paid attention to these two childish men.
The atmosphere suddenly heated up a lot. After a while, the door to the private room was opened, and a waiter came in with a fruit plate and drinks. Ye Che tipped the waiter, who then respectfully retreated.
Wen Qiyang cherished his wife and took the initiative to stand up and use a toothpick to pick a piece of watermelon, intending to feed it to Qu Qingge. But before his hand could land, another small hand reached out even faster.
