The three people came up to Lin Tian and looked at the three glasses of wine on the table, simultaneously raising their glasses.
The way they drank was exactly the same as before, but the expression on their faces was a bit off once the wine went down.
One was expressionless, another had furrowed brows, and the third was biting their lips tightly.
"What's going on?" Lin Tian asked, puzzled. Do these expressions mean it tastes good or not?
"Tastes awful!"
"Really awful!"
"So awful!"
The three of them said almost in unison, yet their faces showed they wanted more. What was going on?
"I knew this would be the result!"
"No way Xue could lose!"
"Stop struggling in vain!"
Chatter erupted around them like a pot being brought to a boil.
"Is it really that bad?" Leng Ningxue felt there was something fishy; the expressions just now clearly weren't from tasting something bad.
"Give me a glass!" Leng Ningxue said to Lin Tian.
