Guan Yu looked there unconsciously. When he saw the man sitting on the sofa, his eyes were cold and he walked slowly past.

Song Xiaoya was a junior. Because of her family background, she had to come to the bar to work. Although she had made all kinds of psychological preparations before she came, when she really met something, she was as frightened as a rambling deer, and her face was white.

Constantly humble to the two men on the sofa.

When she poured wine to the guests just now, she accidentally spilled a pair of trousers. Although the guest did not speak, the friends next to him stood up...