After washing his hands and coming out of the kitchen, Clara pulled Damon to sit down, and the servants next to him immediately came over to pour them wine.
Just as the wine was poured, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the stairs, and Ye Zeyu raised his chin slightly and walked casually towards them.
After he greeted Ye Fengpeng and Mrs. Ye, his eyes coldly swept over Damon and sat opposite him.
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Ye Fengpeng looked at Damon, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, and he whispered, "Damon, taste this wine. This bottle has been treasured for many years."
Damon nodded, picked up the red wine glass, took a sip, and then whispered, "Good wine."
When Ye Fengpeng heard this, he smiled and was about to open his mouth to let everyone move the chopsticks. Who knew that Ye Zeyu next to him snorted with dissatisfaction.
"Dad, is it really necessary? It is not a big day, to open such a good wine?"