Jing Zhongxiu arrived soon. He came late, because he had visited Family Mu on the way.
He gave two bottles of golden color wine to Jing Yichen and then spoke with a rarely-seen smile on his formidable face. "I robbed Old Mu of this, one for each of you. Drink when you get home. One spoonful at one time will do. Don't waste even one drop and don't share it with anyone else."
He used the word "rob", which startled Jing Yichen.
Jing Zhongxiu, who had properties of hundreds of billions of yuan, still needed to rob anyone of anything?
Jing Yichen found it amusing. But he controlled it and asked as he took the bottle, "Treasured?" So treasured that Jing Zhongxiu, who didn't care much about the coal mines worth billions, would want to rob another person of the bottle?
He had also stressed that the bottles were not for anyone else. That didn't seem to be Jing Zhongxiu's style. He had always stuck to his life motto of sharing and giving.
