Flee

"Miss Milan, this wine doesn't taste right." Mo Long smiled and placed the glass back on the table.

Milan laughed awkwardly. "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this wine?"

She did put some aphrodisiac in the wine, but the smell of the drug was very light, and it would be covered by the wine's fragrance after putting it in. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have been able to smell it, so how did Mo Long detect it?

"You said that this was a bottle of red wine made by your father, but the label on the bottle and the general smell of the red wine all prove that this is a bottle of red wine from the Bordeaux winery, Obion." Mo Long gave a faint smile. "I have a general understanding of Bordeaux' red wine. Their red wine is even purer than this."

"Is that so?" Milan laughed drily, cold sweat forming on his back.