African Cold Pond

"It doesn't matter. I'll make this wine. Bring a cup."

Loong Fei waved his hand and called the waiter to her. He then whispered in her ear.

"Do you know how to make this kind of wine? Are you joking with me?"

Chu Yankun said in disbelief. After all, he had only heard of this kind of wine. He did not expect Loong Fei to be able to make it.

"Do you think I'm someone who would joke with you? Xueyao is my girlfriend. Do you think I will give you a chance to take her away from me?"

Loong Fei's tone was very arrogant. Lu Xueyao, who was sitting next to him, could not help but admire this guy. Although he looked like a hero, he did not lose to Chu Yankun in terms of momentum.

"Do you really know how to drink this kind of wine?"

Chu Yankun asked tentatively. If Loong Fei really knew how to match this wine, he would have beaten her in this aspect. After all, this wine was the strongest wine in the world.