"Just take a sip and you'll know."
Shen Cheng thought, wealthy people wouldn't drink such cheap alcohol.
Especially not someone as extraordinarily wealthy as him.
The alcohol he drinks would at least cost five figures; he should be indifferent to this single-digit priced white spirit.
Not to mention taking a sip, even smelling it again would prompt a refusal from him.
But, she was wrong.
The alarmingly handsome man in front of her surprisingly lifted the glass to his lips and elegantly took a sip.
Just like tasting wine, after discerning the flavor, he gave his verdict: "Inferior!"
Shen Cheng huffed: "No taste!"
Although the alcohol was a bit cheap, as long as it felt good to drink, why bother if it was inferior or not.
She ordered another glass of white spirit, about to drink, but Shi Yu stopped her.
He held her hand that was holding the glass, tightening slowly, his seductive thin lips curving in both a cold and heated arc, "What, you think I lack taste somewhere?"
