"Bring it on!"
Just as Luo Hui finished speaking, Ning Fan swiftly stood up, picked up a glass of red wine already poured on the coffee table, drank it in one gulp, and let out a burp, seemingly afraid others would snatch it from him.
"That's a bottle of Romanée-Conti right there, finished in one gulp. It's like a bull chewing on peonies; such a waste, it pains the heart."
Cao Qianqian rolled her eyes, looked at Zhao Xue'er with a disdainful expression, and said, "Zhao Xue'er, where did you find such a bizarre brother? Truly a world full of wonders."
"Indeed, look at him, acting as if we're going to grab his wine, as if he wouldn't make that thousand bucks otherwise."
Liu Qing covered her mouth and laughed, nudging Zhao Xue'er beside her with her elbow, joking, "Does your brother need money that badly?"
"Uh... Ning Fan's just joking around with everyone."
