C152 The Enraged Young Master Tang(6)

The aroma of Lafate lingered around the tip of his nose. If it were any other day, Wu Fann would probably impatiently grab the wine glass and savor it carefully, chatting and laughing happily. But today, he was avoiding snakes and scorpions.

Looking at the wine bottle in front of him, he could not see any abnormalities in the liquid