Letting Him Float Freely

"Hiss! This jar is also an 80-year-old Qionghua Juice."

He sniffed, suddenly darting in front of Gu Shiyan, his eyes fixated on the jar of wine in her hand. He had tasted Qionghua Juice before, but the oldest vintage he had tried was only fifty years. He had never tasted Qionghua Juice of such an old vintage! The flavor must be incredibly exquisite!

"Does your family own a mine?"

Otherwise, how could you casually carry such a valuable wine on the street and accidentally break a jar? The thought made his heart ache.

"Who are you?"

Gu Shiyan pretended to look scared, retreating with the jar of wine in her hand. A hint of amusement flashed in her eyes. Fishing for people was just like fishing for fish. It depended on the bait. The Great Elder was not only a medical fanatic but also a lover of alcohol. Using fine wine to lure him was the most suitable approach.