"That's definitely no problem. If it's convenient for you, you can just arrange for someone to pick up those 200 bottles yourself. We only have a handful of people, so no delivery service. You're staying a few more days, right? When do you plan to take them?"
With Mei Mengzhen's words, the matter was pretty much settled. He Yiran, maybe it was the wine messing with her head or something, suddenly felt Mei Mengzhen was unbelievably generous.
But Mei Mengzhen shot back, "Yiran, you really shouldn't drink anymore. Let's be honest here, didn't I give you that Ginseng before? That one root cost thirty million, and these 200 bottles of wine are only a million. That's coming out of my private account, remember? Drinking wine till you forget everything—amazing."
