Under the gaze of Dongfang Ximing, Wang Anfeng's finger instinctively pointed in that direction, then immediately retracted, annoyed:
"Ah, no, brother, it's not the snacks."
"It's... Uncle Li seems very angry..."
Wang Anfeng calmly placed the chopsticks in his hand on the table, then smoothly changed the subject, saying: "Hmm, I'm listening. What's with Uncle Li?"
"You just said that Uncle Li's wine was snatched?"
Dongfang Ximing opened his mouth, feeling there were too many things, momentarily unsure where to start, somewhat vexed, as Lin Qiaofu, who came along, explained:
"Well, actually when we were about to buy, we were told it was all reserved."
