Qin Hao, far from being angry, pointed at the red wine in the waiter's hand and said,
"This bottle of French imported Bordeaux Estate red wine, at eighteen thousand and eighty-one a bottle, is not something ordinary people can afford to drink!"
"Beautiful lady, don't you want to join me in drinking this wine, and then find a romantic place to discuss the wonderful life?"
As Qin Hao spoke, he turned his head to look at Ye Fei, his eyes faintly conveying a few threads of threatening warning.
"Kid, if you know what's good for you, just leave quietly, and I'll pretend nothing happened. Otherwise, don't expect me to be polite!"
Ye Fei couldn't help but scoff when he heard this.
The son of the sales director of Feihuang Group's real estate division acts so arrogantly outside; it looks like the entire Feihuang Group needs a good straightening out from top to bottom.
