Tong Ming was startled; the wine that had been cellared for twenty-two years was extraordinarily potent.
Chen Yu had just downed a glass in one go!
However, he didn't stop him, instead looking at Chen Yu with a gaze of admiration.
"Good lad, you've got guts."
With that, he also drank down the wine in his hand.
In fact, it was only at this moment that Chen Yu came to know Tong Ya's real age.
By that account, Tong Ya had been only fifteen years old during the summer of their first encounter.
A fifteen-year-old genius girl who had already started college, and now, she was wholeheartedly following by his side.
This inexplicably added a sense of guilt to his heart.
Tong Ming placed the empty bowl on the table: "To be honest, I like you, young man!"
"It's rare to see youngsters with personality like yours these days."
"You flatter me, elder!" Chen Yu responded, then poured another two bowls of wine.
