Xu Wenqian immediately nodded with a smile, stood up proactively, and grabbed a bottle of red wine from the liquor cabinet, its label filled with French text, "Hmm, let's drink this... I don't really understand wine. Qingkui, do you think it's okay?"
"I don't understand either. Anyway, it's all Zhou Wang... Mr. Zhou brought the wine, so drinking any of it is the same."
Jiang Qingkui glanced at it and instantly recognized that Xu Wenqian had picked a bottle of Petrus, known as the "king of wine" on the right bank of Bordeaux, with a single bottle selling for over forty thousand RMB.
But she didn't care, since it's Zhou Wang's wine anyway. What's the harm in wasting some?
After all, when Zhou Wang was "wasting" her overnight, he certainly didn't hold back...
Soon after, Jiang Qingkui couldn't help but laugh at the sudden surge of her emotions. She seemed particularly prone to emotional outbursts recently; moments like this weren't just one or two times.
