"Take this, make sure the winery prepares well."
Outside the Prince's Mansion, Yan Junyu pulled out a few sheets of paper from the hands of his attendant Guan Yu and handed them to Mo Yan.
"Is this list all the people who've ordered wine?" Mo Yan, looking at the densely packed names on the paper, focused on the grand total on the last page and exclaimed with delight, "One thousand three hundred and thirty-three cases? There are so many!"
"You call that a lot? Without ten thousand cases, how can I justify the hardship I've endured these past days?" Yan Junyu was dissatisfied with the figure, expressing disdain through both his demeanor and words.
Hardship? Mo Yan silently rolled her eyes.