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.,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...",The one asking the questions was a bartender, but Leng Xinyue unexpectedly hugged the man beside the bartender.。