Su Xuanqing wasn't the least bit embarrassed.
He casually sat down on the sofa and tapped the coffee table.
Zou Cong snapped out of it and hurried to pour some water, saying he had some high-quality tea leaves.
"Sigh, who wants tea? Let's have the red."
Su Xuanqing shot Zou Cong a glance and said, "Didn't you say you got a bottle of '86 red wine last time? Open it up. I want to try some."
Zou Cong agreed, but the moment he turned his head, he rolled his eyes dramatically.
He was starting to regret this. He knew Su Xuanqing was unreliable, yet he'd gone to him anyway.
'What a waste of a good bottle of wine.'
He brought the wine and glasses from the cellar, uncorked the bottle on the spot, and was about to pour when Su Xuanqing stopped him again.
Su Xuanqing glared at Zou Cong and chided, "A wine this good needs to breathe."
Resigned, Zou Cong went to get a decanter.
