Mr. Gong, your Liuba

Just as she was about to call her fiancé Zhou Tian to pick her up, a car drove up in the distance.,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..."。