"Hehe, just small change." Wei Qi heard the praise from the short-haired man and felt his legs go weak. He wiped some sweat and chuckled.
At this moment, Tiger Hunter waved his hand, and the fifteen bottles of Louis XIII were placed in front of Wei Qi.
Then he personally moved the remaining fifteen bottles next to Qin Hao, bowing and smiling with utmost politeness as he said, "Sir, here are fifteen bottles, the best vintage, please enjoy them at your leisure."
"Hmm." Qin Hao nodded slightly.
"Wait!" At this moment, Wei Qi's expression changed. He pointed at Qin Hao and said, "He hasn't paid yet!"
Wei Qi looked at Qin Hao coldly, thinking to himself, damn it, I've spent hundreds of thousands, about to bleed dry, how can I let this Qin Hao off the hook? If I'm going down, he's going down with me!
And just then, Tiger Hunter gave Wei Qi a nonchalant glance and said, "Oh, he doesn't need to pay. These fifteen bottles are a gift from our boss to Mr. Qin Hao."
