Ye Ling sipped the expensive mineral water, his face darkened, thinking this was like being robbed by bandits; completely overpowered.
Mo Xing had the cheongsam-clad beauty open the Lafite and pour it into a glass. Gently swirling it, the eerie red liquid moved seductively, captivating the heart.
"Try it, it tastes good," Mo Xing took a small sip, nodded, and set the glass down on the table.
Ye Ling wasn't shy, he grabbed the wine glass and filled it to the brim, then gulped it down loudly, finishing the glass in just a few swigs.
"Hmm, not bad, tastes better than the eight-yuan-a-bottle wine," Ye Ling smacked his lips.
Mo Xing's face went black: "You bastard! This wine costs over a hundred thousand a bottle. Are you feeding pigs?"
"Don't bother with him; he's just a bumpkin who hasn't seen the world. He has trillions in wealth but doesn't know how to enjoy it," Shenfeng waved his hands dismissively.
