Dongfang Yu was in an extremely bad mood. He wrote down the brand and year of the last wine on the card.
His father said that only by knowing the enemy would he be able to win every battle.
As expected, because he had underestimated Ye Qingran in the past, he miscalculated. He had thought that he would win the bet, but it had to be a 50-50 draw. He could only think of a way to get Ye Qingran to apologize to Qing Xue next time.
"As for the fifth type of wine, the two of you have different answers."
The wine taster's voice sounded in his ear. The dejected Dongfang Yu suddenly raised his eyes. "The answers are different?"
He was 100% confident that he wouldn't be the one who gave the wrong answer.
Then the one who was wrong could only be Ye Qingran!
A burst of ecstasy surged up from his heart.
He smiled. "Ye Qingran, you've lost. Immediately kneel down and apologize to Qingxue."
