Chapter 343 Looked Down On

• “You mean Lafite?” Zhao Shihan chuckled. She’d never even heard of “Fila” wine—let alone an ’82.
• “Yeah, maybe it was Lafite. Whatever. As long as it tastes good.” After Zhao Shihan called her out, Mrs. Xu’s face flushed. She hurried to change the subject.
• “See that? That’s the difference in status. I eat at a five-star hotel, and the manager gives me free dishes and a complimentary bottle just for my sake. People like you can only dream about that,” Song Wen said, pouring himself a glass of 2003 Romanée-Conti and savoring it like a connoisseur.