Of course, Chen Feng would not refuse Ye Wujin's invitation and immediately agreed.
Ye Wujin then turned around, retrieving a bottle of classic Moutai from an unknown source.
"This wine was given to me by an old friend many years ago. I've never had the heart to drink it. Today, let's finish it, just the two of us, grandfather and grandson," said Ye Wujin with a smile.
"Old Sir Ye, are you sure you want to open such a fine drink?" Chen Feng asked with a smirk.
"What kind of nonsense are you talking about?" Ye Wujin replied seriously, "You're about to become Qingqing's husband and part of the Ye Family. If I wasn't worried about potential opposition within the clan leading to tragedy, I'd even consider handing over the Ye Family to you."
Ye Wujin was not joking with these words.
He admired Chen Feng a great deal. In Ye Wujin's eyes, none of the young people he had met in his life could compare with Chen Feng.
