Qingluan didn't answer Xu Wendong's question. Instead, she walked to the wine cabinet, picked out a bottle of expensive red wine, and took two tall glasses from the disinfecting cabinet.
She unwrapped the paper covering the wine, gently held the bottle, and in the next second, the cork slowly eased out of the bottle.
This scene left Xu Wendong speechless.
The way she held the bottle was uncannily similar to how his confidante held his heirloom device.
Furthermore.
The image of the cork slowly rising was strikingly like his second brother raising its proud head.
It was quite suggestive.
"Have you ever heard of the Battle of Si Shui?" Qingluan handed Xu Wendong a tall glass filled with a dark red liquid, like blood swirling in the glass.
Xu Wendong furrowed his brow, "I've heard something about it. As far as I know, the Battle of Si Shui wasn't very large, with about a thousand enemies eliminated."
"However, I have a lot of questions about this battle."
