Chu Xijun turned around, like a mermaid who had strayed into the world, beautiful, but the coldness in his eyes always reminded others not to approach easily. Su Le handed her the glass of red wine in her hand: "I didn't expect you to be very beautiful in a skirt!" Chu Xijun picked up his glass and smelled it but didn't drink it. "If this is your praise, then I really have to doubt whether you...