C319 Ming Dynasty Wine Ointment

"Elder Wang, is something wrong?"

Ye Lingyun's pupils constricted as his face became stifled.

How could Elder Wang pour away the fifty years worth of straw mattresses? Could there be a problem with the wine?

Wang Jianjun placed his nose onto the wine jar and took another sniff, the look of confirmation on his face became even stronger, and he said indifferently: "This wine is fake