"Alright, boss."
With everything arranged, he drove to Rose Street.
"Here you go."
Liu Zheng placed the unlabelled bottle of red wine on Black Soil.
"It's not from Du Kang Wine Workshop, huh."
The French Plane Tree glanced at the bottle, a bit disappointed.
"Finding it hard to go from luxury to frugality, right? I'm telling you, who knows when I'll go to Du Kang Wine Workshop next for supplies, so you'd better drink sparingly."
He warned.
"I don't believe you don't have a stash on you."
The French Plane Tree glanced at the Headless Mandarin Duck Pouch hanging at his waist and said.
"That's all for emergencies, there's no way I'm letting you drink it like regular food."
Liu Yiming replied.
"Tch, stingy human."
The French Plane Tree pouted.
Despite its words, it still hid the red wine within Black Soil.
"There might be a fight later, watch the situation and jump in if needed."
Liu Zheng shifted to serious matters.
"Who have you brought over this time?"
