"There was no Romanee Conti in 1948."
Bai Yun's eyes widened as he shook his head in disbelief. "How is that possible? This is the wine my father gave me. How can it be fake?"
"Of course I don't know if the wine he gave you is real, but this bottle of yours is definitely fake."
In the end, Gu Man could not help but tell the truth. When she said this, she even glanced at Xiang Yin.
This person was bad. He could clearly tell that the wine was fake, but he did not remind Bai Yun and Cui Lin. It was as if he was waiting to see them make a fool of themselves.
Xiang Yin also sensed Gu Man's gaze in an instant. The smile on his lips deepened.
Xiang Yin did not expect Gu Man to know so much about alcohol. He was suddenly curious. What did Gu Man not know?
On the other side, Cui Lin was still savoring the red wine in his glass. When he heard this, he spat it out. "Fake wine? Will something happen to me?"
