Just as he sat down, Guo Furong arrived holding a bottle of XO and placed it on the table.
"This XO is worth seven thousand eight hundred. Sister Furong, you're very generous," Ye Xiong commented with a smile, glancing at the bottle.
"You should just call me 'Sister.' I like it when you call me that," Guo Furong giggled.
"That was just a matter of convenience earlier. Don't take it to heart."
"So you look down on me? You think I, Guo Furong, am not worthy of being your sister?" Guo Furong's expression immediately turned stern.
"That's not what I meant!"
"That is exactly what you meant." Guo Furong looked at him and sighed. "It's understandable, though. Someone as young and skilled as you is definitely no ordinary person. It's normal for you to look down on an old woman like me."
"Fine, if you like it so much. Sister Furong, Sister Furong, Sister Furong," Ye Xiong repeated several times before stopping. He smiled and said, "Satisfied now?"
