The Rhythm of Playing with Fire

"Are you there? Great, let them in! Let us have a few bottles of wine, the most expensive one."

Loong Fei's eyes were fixed on the list of wine. The most expensive wine was clearly written with the words "18,800.

"No way! Lu Xueyao is a bit too generous! She really does not treat money as money!"

Looking at the price on the wine list, Loong Fei could not help swallowing his saliva. The few bottles of foreign wine that she ordered would probably cost tens of thousands.

Seeing that Lu Xueyao actually ordered the most expensive wine, Lin Yichun's face turned black. She extended her small hand and secretly pulled the corner of Lu Xueyao's dress.

Lu Xueyao naturally understood what Lin Yichun meant by this little action of hers. But Lu Xueyao was not moved at all. Not only did she order two bottles of wine worth 18,800 yuan, but she also ordered two bottles of wine. There were also a few dozen beers and a variety of expensive snacks.