Naturally, Lin Fan did not know what Liu Yuhang was thinking.

He just poured a glass of wine for Zhou Guotao and said, "Old man, please."

Zhou Guotao did not stand on ceremony. He picked up the glass and sniffed it.

Then, he slowly poured it into his mouth.

Instantly, Zhou Guotao's old face was filled with reminiscence and enjoyment.

"Not bad. This is the taste. It's rich and mellow, the texture is delicate, and the aftertaste is endless! As expected of Han Emperor Maotai!" Zhou Guotao praised sincerely.

Lin Fan said, "It seems that you really like it. I still have some of it left, so I'll give it to you."

"Oh? Kid, are you willing to part with your wine?" Zhou Guotao was surprised. "This is the last bottle of the Han Emperor Maotai in the world."

Zhou Guotao was silently observing Lin Fan. He realized that his drinking actions were smooth and natural. He even had a bottle of Han Emperor Maotai.𝚋𝚎ｄｎｏｖ𝚎𝚕．𝚌ｏｍ