Ye Anqi lifted her glass, her eyes fixed on Ya Shitian.
"Mr. Satan, is this wine Romanée-Conti?"
Ya Shitian looked at her but didn't speak.
Timothy said, "It is Romanée-Conti. Little Fox seems to really enjoy drinking this."
"Does Mr. Satan like lamb chops?"
Ya Shitian: "..."
Timothy raised an eyebrow, his gaze becoming more probing, "How do you know what he likes?"
Ye Anqi continued to stare at Ya Shitian, "You also like women, especially beautiful ones."
Timothy laughed, "Little Fox, all men like beautiful women. Except for gay guys."
"Mr. Satan also likes to ride helicopters, he loves flying in the sky when he goes out, really loves to show off."
A muscle in Ya Shitian's brow twitched.
Ye Anqi's gaze was hazy, "You also like to be arrogant, to think you're always right, never considering others' feelings."
"..."
