Wu Xiaoshan's speech just now had left Liu Qing utterly humiliated.
He insisted on having a head-to-head with Wu Xiaoshan to see whose final gift was superior.
"Your crappy red wine, you really think it can compare with mine? Trash."
Wu Xiaoshan's face changed as he sneered with contempt.
Liu Qing immediately became furious, his face turning the color of pig liver.
He didn't care what others thought; he stepped forward, took the seahorse knife, and opened a bottle of red wine in no time.
"Uncle Xin, you must be knowledgeable. Please taste for yourself how my red wine is."
As he spoke, Liu Qing picked up a wine glass, rinsed it with hot water, set it in front of Xin Wanzhi, and poured him half a glass of red wine.
Xin Wanzhi's face showed a touch of helplessness.
After all, the tea leaves and cosmetics Liu Qing had given as gifts had problems, and he was genuinely hesitant to drink this red wine.
