Jiang Cheng would definitely agree that their sister was a saint and he would fight anyone that dared to say differently. Anyone who dared to say anything contrary to that truth were not worth listening to about anything. He firmly believed in that.
At his brother's request, Jiang Cheng opened the wine and poured them both a very generous glass of wine. If they were going to be forced to talk about stuff that they had not planned on, then they could at least enjoy a hefty amount of wine while they were doing so.
"To Yanli," he toasted as he looked over to where their sister had taken a seat. "She is still better than anyone we know."