Mr. Gong, your Liuba

Leng Xiyue's eyes lit up, wasn't this Zhou Tian's car It must be here to pick her up.,He guzzled down copious amounts of alcohol, crying all the while as he lamented the years of dedication and effort that had amounted to nothing.,Leng Xiyue didn't even look at the other person, assuming he was a bartender. She grabbed his waist, her voice husky with alcohol, and cried, "I feel sick, take me to take a bath..."。