Inside the private room, it was peaceful.
The situation was so awkward that it was difficult to conclude.
"Lin Fan, don't go too far. Mr. Leng is treating us, how can you order such expensive wine!"
She stole a glance at Leng Mu, whose face had turned ashen.
Ning Mengyao, holding back laughter, purposely scolded Lin Fan.
"I'm fine with anything else, it's just that I'm a bit picky about red wine. I can hardly swallow stuff like Lafite or any of that sort. The one I ordered was already the most economical choice. Just now, Mr. Leng said he was wealthy, so I thought he wouldn't mind spending a million or two."
Lin Fan rubbed his nose, innocently looking towards Leng Mu.
"You can't even swallow Lafite, and you pretend to be rich in front of Laozi? Even if I were rich, I wouldn't waste it on your whims!"
Leng Mu glared at Lin Fan, full of fury.
If he hadn't sensed something was off and asked...
He would have suffered a huge loss.
