"Macallan Whiskey, 78 Years Old."

Licheng Gong introduced them lightly and poured a glass of wine for each of them.

This, in whiskey, belongs to the Rolls-Royce level. It can be said to be a lonely one.

And, this bottle…

Produced in 1978.

The price is enough to exceed tens of millions...!!

It is said.

Some even older ones have been auctioned for tens of millions of dollars!

But, at this moment.

Qiu Yiren frowned slightly and shook her head slightly.

"Sorry, I don't like drinking."

Of course she can drink.

But, on this occasion…

But it made Qiu Yiren feel a little wary.

Hear the words.

Licheng Gong smiled, "Sorry, I forgot to take care of the lady."

He clapped his hands gently and called the waiter over.

"Bring over a bottle of sweet wine. The aroma should be strong and the taste should be lighter."
Chapter completed!