Guan Xiyue and Zhao Xin had originally thought that the wine poured by Cai Jiajie and Chen Yang wouldn't be much different, but after actually tasting it, they realized that this wasn't just a matter of difference, it was like the difference between heaven and earth.
They couldn't quite pinpoint what was wrong, but they just felt that Chen Yang's was better to drink, and on top of that, it was very comfortable to consume.
Indeed, the two glasses of wine poured by Cai Jiajie were also pleasant, but in comparison, they were overshadowed.
"Xi Yue, Xin Xin, now you see, it's the wine that's good, it has nothing to do with Chen Yang not even half a cent,"
At that moment, although Cai Jiajie's gaze towards Chen Yang was ice-cold, he failed to notice the change in expressions of the two women. His tone carried a tinge of arrogance, as if he had just exposed the true face of Chen Yang's pretentiousness.