"You have a way with words."

Chen Qingyuan didn't believe a mere mortal could see through his origins, so he remained indifferent.

"I am Huang Xingyan. May I know how to address you, brother?"

As Huang Xingyan spoke, he poured himself a cup of wine and asked softly.

The man wore a light-colored cloth garment, which was covered in lint balls. His hands were rough, and his hair was rather disheveled.

"Old Nine."

Glancing at the wine on the table, Chen Qingyuan casually gave himself a name.

"Meeting Brother Nine today is a great fortune in life."

After downing a few cups of wine, Huang Xingyan spoke politely, his face full of smiles.

Before long, the two pots of wine on the table were finished by Huang Xingyan.

Huang Xingyan gently shook the empty wine pot, placed his cup on the table with a hint of embarrassment, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, and prepared to slip away.@@novelbin@@

"Waiter, bring a few more pots of wine."

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