Watching his cousin sit back in the chair and start drinking a glass of red wine again, Ge Sang shook his head helplessly.
Speaking of which, everything about his cousin is good, except he likes drinking a little too much.
At least, when he met with his cousin, nine out of ten times, the guy was drinking.
He really couldn't understand what's so good about that red wine, always drinking like a ghost; if it were him, he definitely wouldn't buy those. With that money, wouldn't it be better to buy some rare poisons and materials?
In comparison, Ge Sang preferred whiskey; at least that kind of alcohol has strength, that's a man's drink.
If it were before, his cousin would definitely see him off when he left.
Today, however, he is calmly sipping his red wine.
Still, it's no big deal; Ge Sang didn't mind.
After greeting the young man, he turned and headed towards the villa's exit.
At this time, he did not notice the cold murderous intent flashing in his cousin's eyes behind him.
