C117 Compulsion

"Manager Gu, try this. This is my cousin's wine." Zhao Songyang ignored the pained expression on Old Master Zhao's face and poured himself a cup of mead.

Gu Shan raised his wine cup as if he had received a priceless treasure and took a sip, but he was in no hurry to swallow it down. He let the wine slowly flow through his mouth, flowing through every inch of his taste buds. After a long while