"That's good! Drink."

"Wait a minute. I don't like cold drinks. Waiter, take them and scald them."

He picked up White wine and handed it to the waiter beside him.

Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming snorted coldly: "Go to burn it. I'll see how long you can wait."

Allen Peterson smiled, picked up the teapot beside him and filled the quilt in front of him with a cup of tea. The thick hot air, with the fragrance of petals, kept coming out of it.

"I'll see if you can drink those White wine later."

Allen Peterson calmly drank tea. He ignored Ouyang Ming's taunts, and Ouyang Zhilan was secretly sweating....