It seemed that Giles didn't fully grasp Yang Fei's words.
He cheerfully poured a glass of fine wine for each of the four people, the fragrance filling the air.
Giles raised his glass, and before speaking, the aroma made him swallow saliva repeatedly.
The old man straightforwardly skipped the toast, gulping down the wine in his bowl.
Yang Fei was stunned — was this the legendary, esteemed and upright Old Dean?
Sam couldn't help but laugh and cast a joking remark, motioning to Yang Fei and Maggie.
"Ignore him, his craving for alcohol has kicked in. He can't speak until the craving in his stomach is satisfied."
As Sam spoke, Giles poured himself another bowl of wine, drinking it down in one go.
He sighed contentedly, "Good wine, truly is fine wine."
Giles poured a third bowl, just about to drink when Sam swiftly snatched the bowl away.
Giles' eyes widened instantly, "Sam, what are you doing?"
Sam shook his head helplessly.
