"Wang Chen, don't mind Zhiyong, that's just his temperament. He's actually a good guy."
Xie Haichao picked up a bottle of champagne, poured a glass for Wang Chen, and said with a bright smile, "Tonight is all about having fun!"
Wang Chen nodded, lifted his glass, and took a sip.
He frowned and said, "A bit sour, not very good."
Holding the ¥8888-priced Ace of Spades champagne in his hand, Xie Haichao froze for a moment, then laughed, "Then we'll switch to another bottle."
Gu Zhiyong muttered in Huhai dialect from the side, "Country bumpkin!"
Xie Haichao pretended not to hear, grabbed a bottle of Perrier-Jouët, and poured another glass for Wang Chen.
"Thanks."
Wang Chen tasted it: "Hmm, this one is okay."
Xie Haichao felt stifled, but didn't know how to express it.
He suddenly realized he had somehow become Wang Chen's personal wine server, like someone diligently catering to a big brother!
