Qian had no idea what happened at that restaurant after she and Yu Minglang left. She felt that the owner was inexplicably strange. Today, Yu Minglang was driving with her in the passenger seat. Qian opened the bag and unwrapped the exquisite wine packaging, only to be shocked by the contents inside.
"Stop the car!"
"What's wrong, Qian?"
Yu Minglang pulled the car over to the side of the road and watched as Qian took an extraordinarily beautiful wine bottle out of the box.
Qian carefully opened the wine bottle, dipped her finger in the wine, and frowned.
The moment the wine bottle was opened, a fragrance filled the air that even Yu Minglang could smell.
"Is there something wrong with the wine?"
"Rich and fragrant, mellow in taste, this wine is at least ten years old."
