Upon hearing that Wan Shaoling had agreed, Ye Feng's lips slightly curled into a fox-like smile.
When Wan Shaoling noticed the smile on Ye Feng's face, he jerked, and for some reason, a sense of foreboding surged within him.
Could it be that this bottle of wine is some kind of precious item?
Wan Shaoling pondered for a moment and then shook his head, dismissing the absurd thought from his mind.
"Hmph! Acting all mysterious!"
He had already smelled the wine, and its scent was indeed off, not even close to the wine from Château Kelude 1987 Bordeaux.
Previously, he hadn't been concerned when pouring the wine. If he had smelled it as carefully as Ye Feng had, he could have identified the problem with it as well.
Although the wine wasn't the type mixed with alcohol and coloring—the truly fake kind—it was undoubtedly of poor quality, especially the slightly pungent odor, which clearly indicated it was starting to go bad.