"Hey, I'm talking to you!"
Seeing Qiao Wenbin ignore him for so long, Lang Feng showed no courtesy. He picked up the almost unfinished glass of red wine and splashed it directly onto Qiao Wenbin's face.
The scalding red wine splattered into his eyes and nose, causing Qiao Wenbin to recoil in pain, his face twisted in humiliation.
"You still dare to glare at me?"
Lang Feng sneered and raised his hand, slapping Qiao Wenbin across the face twice.
As the saying goes, a wise man does not eat the loss before his eyes. After taking two heavy slaps, Qiao Wenbin finally calmed down, "This... this wine, I bought it at an auction..."
Lang Feng sneered, "Buy wine at an auction? Must have cost a pretty penny, huh? You rich folks really know how to live it up."
"It wasn't that much."
Qiao Wenbin replied with a pained expression, "At that time, it was about nineteen hundred thousand, not quite two hundred thousand..."
