“Romanian Conti…” Chen Mu frowned as he took the wine glass, thinking to himself that this should be red wine He heard people in town liked drinking red wine, and he didn't know how it tasted. He'd take a sip.,Chen Mu was embarrassed. To be honest, the wine was too hard to drink, what kind of taste was it It was simply worlds apart from the wine brewed by his master. But his master seemed to have gone out and couldn't speak too directly, he had to know how to give others face, so he could only vaguely say: "It's alright.",Chen Mu's expression gradually became serious, his face stern. This child is sick!。