C576 Don't Tell Me You Want to Sell It

"What else? That bottle of wine!" Seeing Ye Daoming playing dumb, Ye Qingwen did not hold back and directly revealed the matter with a straight face.

"Wine, what wine?" Ye Daoming still wanted to play dumb. Seeing Ye Qingwen's unfriendly gaze, he hurriedly rubbed his head and pretended to be enlightened. "Oh, I remember now. I remember now