Li Jingjing commented after finishing her drink. His words made Lin Miao happy.
Brother Yingying definitely didn't know that he didn't buy this wine himself, but that it was something his father kept.
Lin Miao knew that in her father's small Wine House, there was a collection of wine that even he himself was reluctant to drink, and they were all good wine.
But in Lin Miao's opinion, everything related to brother Yingluo had to be the best to be worthy of her.
Therefore, no matter whether her father was willing or not, and no matter how much the wine was worth, the price didn't matter. The more important thing was that the higher the quality, the more worthy it was of Lin Miao's charming male God.
"Come, brother Yingluo, good wine and good food. Let's toast!"
Li Jingjing didn't refuse. Once the bottle of wine was opened, she had to finish it. Such good wine couldn't be wasted.
