Mr. Gong, your Liuba

Leng Xiyue was a little unhappy. She took out her phone and called Zhoutian.,Thinking of Xue's home being nearby, Leng Xinyue ran all the way there, wanting to have a good heart-to-heart talk with her best friend and analyze why Zhou Tian had deceived herself.,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..."。