Du Wenqi forced a smile on his face and said, "If Young Master Lin likes to drink, then go ahead."
Lin Fei didn't hold back either. He picked up the Lafite, poured it into a glass on the table, then raised it to his lips, taking a sip and didn't forget to compliment, "Aged Lafite indeed, not bad!"
In his heart, Du Wenqi cursed: This is the Lafite that I specially brought back from France to add to my collection, of course, it's good!
But on his face, he just appeared obsequious, with a fawning expression, "As long as Young Master Lin likes it."
The smile on Lin Fei's face suddenly vanished; his eyes sharp as he looked at Du Wenqi, and he said, "Stop the pleasantries, quickly tell me, where did you and Du Qiubai take the five elders?"
