Xiao Qian didn't know what had happened in the restaurant after she and Yu Minglang had left. She always felt that the boss was strangely indescribable. Today, Yu Minglang was driving, and she was sitting in the co-pilot's seat. Xiao Qian opened the fancy wine packaging, and her eyes widened when she saw what was inside.
"Stop the car!"
"What's wrong, Qian Bao?"
Yu Minglang parked the car at the roadside and watched as Xiao Qian took out an extraordinarily exquisite wine bottle from the paper box.
Xiao Qian carefully opened the bottle, dipped her finger in the wine inside and frowned deeply.
As the bottle opened, a fragrance filled the car which Yu Minglang could smell too.
"There's a problem with this wine?"
"Rich, aromatic, and mellow in taste - this wine must be at least 10 years old."
