"You should be getting me something to busy my mouth with before telling me stories, don't you think? Mr. Wang?" Abel raised a brow at the man who should be around 40s to 50 years old by now.
Mr. Wang was stunned at first before he snapped out of his daze and hurriedly turned to the servants walking around with trains of drinks and called upon one to bring the best wine over.
Abel curled his lips and said nothing.
After the wine was brought over, the servant was about to open the wine when Abel shook his head.
"Mr. Wang, you don't seem to know how to entertain your guests."
"Ah?" Mr. Wang was confused.
"Shouldn't you be the one serving me?"
Mr. Wang frowned slightly but still had to maintain his courteous attitude. "Oh, I'm sorry, for my narrow mind, Mr. Abel."
