Du Jiayan scowled and glared at her for making such a big fuss!
When everyone noticed the shock on her face, they started showing concern for her. "Lili, what's wrong?"
"It's… It's nothing!"
She whispered to his ear, "Jiayan, are you kidding me?"
"Who's kidding whom?! That's truly the market price for Dalmore 62 a year ago! This man actually knows that Yongye has such a treasure; he's unlike what your former classmates claimed him to be – someone with a simple background! How can an average company employee know that!"
She was rendered dumbstruck.
Soon, the server presented the bottle of expensive malt. He suddenly shouted just as Mu Yazhe was about to order the server to open it. "Wait!"
"What's wrong?" The other man gave him a cold glance. "Surely, Master Du isn't feeling the pinch?"
His frankness was making him look bad.
He laughed dryly with a stiff face. "He he! How can it be…"
