The man could not remember which glass of wine this was tonight. Even his hand holding the red wine bottle was trembling slightly, but he still widened his eyes nervously, watching the bright red liquid pouring into the cup. It seemed that only when the wine slipped across his throat could his tight heart continue to beat. The strength of his tightening heart was to continue beating. Just as he just put the goblet to his lips, the door of the suite was suddenly pushed open, making an undetectable slight sound from the man inserted it into his arms almost conditioned reflexes, and the cup in his hand was almost thrown out by him.