228 Spending As He Wish

Ling Pingan walked upstairs as he yawned.

He looked at the wine bottle that he had placed beside the refrigerator.

After thinking for a while, Ling Pingan picked up the bottle, walked to the kitchen, and stuffed it into the cupboard under the kitchen.

That was where the old Ling family kept their wine.

It was much better than the wine cellars of other families.

Shady, dry, constant temperature…

Whether it was grape wine or rice wine, there was nothing to he had to worry about placing them here.

After doing that, he walked back to his bedroom.

"I'll take a shower tomorrow morning..." he laid down and fell asleep.

In the dark kitchen, the whispers slowly sounded.

"Look!"

"This is the fate of traitors!"

Countless evil eyes lit up.

In the kitchen, from the ceiling, from the floor.

The little kitten Bastet was trembling as she looked at the wine bottle.