Qi Zhi leaned against the wall, holding a glass of exquisite Liber Pater wine, its crystalline ruby hue glistening in the light. He gently swirled the wine, leisurely sipping and savoring the occasional taste on his tongue.
As the fragrant, mellow liquid slid down his throat, Qi Zhi's eyes narrowed in pleasure.
"Mother, is Jueming really going to let Bai Shuishui join the company?"