"Uncle, I'm going to start." Ye Shutong said with a smile.
He Yirong immediately put his ungrateful son aside and looked kindly at Ye Shutong, "Eat up, everything on the table today was prepared just for you."
Ye Shutong gave He Jingyao an apologetic smile before reaching for the dish she had been longing for.
He Yirong commanded in a deep voice, "Jingyao, pour some wine for Shutong."
He Jingyao paused and gave He Yirong a deep look.
He Yirong returned it with a warning glance.
He Jingyao pursed his lips, ultimately unable to completely disregard He Yirong's feelings, so he stood up, leaned over, and poured half a glass of red wine for Ye Shutong, placing it beside her with a low voice, "Miss Ye, please."
Ye Shutong looked surprised and flattered, then beamed a brilliant smile, "Thank you."
This woman was indeed beautiful; such a guileless radiant smile made all the flowers in the private room lose their color.
Her eyes were clear as water, revealing everything at a glance.
