This was a threat, a blatant threat. Those unaware of the circumstances did not understand why Mrs. Lin, of all things, would say this.
But those who knew the truth understood quite well: the wine was not some precious vintage, but merely medicinal liquor used to suppress the Gu Poison in Xie Wulang's body.
"Then I must ask Aunt, why can't my father drink any other kind of wine besides the 'fine vintage' that your men bought him?"
Xie Pan'Er stepped forward and demanded, her eyes fixed on Mrs. Lin's face, where a trace of anger was visible.
"Why, is there something wrong with the wine I bought for your family?"
"Little Miss Third, you grew up with my daughter Yingying. How can you not appreciate my kindness, and instead choose to be so ungrateful?"
At Mrs. Lin's words, Xie Pan'Er let out a derisive laugh.
