Ye Chenfeng held the Romanee-Conti with joy evident in his eyes; even someone with his lofty background couldn't help but be moved by the limited-edition wine. Its greatest value lay in its rarity; with each bottle consumed, one less remained, making it the 'giant panda' of the wine world.
With one hand casually holding the Romanee-Conti and the other picking his nose without any concern for image, Ye Chenfeng drawled, "What, old Li, are you going to give me an even better wine next time we meet?"
"Uh!"
Li Qiuming was so angry he nearly passed out. Ye Chenfeng was just too detestable. If he spoke another word with him, Li felt he might resort to violence.
To Li, Ye Chenfeng was nothing but a blood-sucking bat. Last time, Jiangnan had taken a gemstone, which already annoyed him greatly, and now his beloved wine was gone too; Li Qiuming was close to exploding with rage.
