Tan Jia let out a sigh and put down the red wine in his hand. After all, it had been a long time since he drank red wine this terrible.
Jin Zhan was still a bit puzzled. "What's going on? Don't you always love red wine? This one's not bad, you know." Though honestly, it wasn't that great either.
Tan Jia explained, "This red wine is actually okay, but ever since I tried Xiyuan's red wine, I just can't drink any other red wine. At this point, I'd rather drink plain water than this."
With Tan Jia's attitude, Jin Zhan couldn't help but suspect the wine in his hand wasn't the same as the one Tan Jia just drank. He called over a waiter and asked about it, then frowned and said, "It's the same wine. This bottle costs over 300,000, it's not special, but you're really picky—it's not even your own place."
