The shop assistant, no matter how eloquent, couldn't muster a response to Little White's blatant malice.
As for Nineteen, he too was a cunning elite, even more formidable than the shop assistant.
So, when the shop assistant's gaze wandered over, Nineteen simply raised his cup, his eyes blurred as if he had already sunk into drunkenness.
"Haha, great wine, great wine, won't you have a cup?"
After speaking, he burst into laughter and drank it all in one gulp.
A moment of awkwardness flashed across the shop assistant's face, but he quickly tried to persuade him again.
"Honored guest, our inn's wine is not bad either, why don't you give it a try."
But Nineteen paid him no attention, simply continuing to drink his own wine.
He kept praising the good wine, as if the shop assistant's words were fart talk, treating the shop assistant like he was just part of the background air.
For a moment, the shop assistant's face showed an unnatural expression, as if about to collapse.
