Hearing this conversation, Song Ci felt amused but didn't dare to really laugh.
She picked up the red wine bottle on the table and said to Han Aoyu, "Grandpa, don't listen to Brother Han. I know that people with high blood pressure can drink a little bit of dry red wine. You just need to drink less than 50ml."
Han Aoyu laughed. "Little Song is just so nice." He glanced at Han Zhan, who had a helpless expression beside Song Ci, and said in a sarcastic manner, "Not like some people who are heartless. I've raised you for more than 30 years in vain."
Han Zhan felt wronged.
Song Ci really only poured a little for Han Aoyu.
Han Aoyu picked up the wine glass and took a whiff. A nostalgic expression appeared on his face. "Speaking of which, your grandmother brewed wine better, but I can't make it taste like hers." Han Zhan's grandmother had passed away five years ago.
