Mude sized up Ye Hao. Although he didn't know why Ye Hao had sought him out, he wasn't going to refuse anyone coming to bring him money.
Ye Hao casually sat on the chair next to Mude, while Zheng Guang and the other two stood behind him. Mude, with gentlemanly grace, poured Ye Hao a glass of wine.
Ye Hao gently pinched the stem of the wine glass and gracefully swirled the red wine inside. Like a woman, the red wine softly spun along the glass, pausing, reluctant to stop, only to settle into its own flavor as the man set down the glass.
Once the red wine had gently calmed down, Ye Hao lifted the glass to his lips and took a small sip.
"The wine is good, but unfortunately, the aroma isn't rich enough. It was opened too hastily, causing it to lack a smooth and pleasant taste," Ye Hao mused with a small sip.
